June 27, 2012


Dandelions gone to seed
in the July sky, weighted
on lightly-traced stems,
another wild display
at the end of spring,
they burst into summer,
too pedestrian for real love,
cotton eye candy
from the carnival,
almost a joke.
Who would accept
such a bouquet,
each flower
rising one upon another
into the night,
announcing its arrival
like a bomb?