Monday, 27 June 2011


Between two tightly paved
concrete slabs

I found a yellow dandelion
moist and rooted

In the mossy crevice where it grew
Feeling growing dread
That misty morning feet

Would crush her green spine

The little flower unperturbed
glowed Vermeer like
with a film of pollen gloss

It seemed oblivious to the
crushing threat
and stood there with a straight back


And beautifully alive

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