Poetry

They call them weeds,

the dandelions, I mean.
I don’t remember
the first time someone told me
that dandelions aren’t as messed up
as some other weeds,
that they’re actually not
messed up at all,
but I’ll try to keep
that knowledge ready
for the next time.

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