Everywhere in dandelion country
We are learning how to grow,
On summer days and also when
The sky is clouded over.
No one knows when we were born
Or the places that we came from
When there were no dandelions here,
Just weeds that never flowered.
But now we're everywhere,
And we like to line the back roads
Like a ray of unexpected sunshine
Breaking through the clouds.
We are waving and we're lazy,
Nodding like a reggae crowd.
No one wants to talk out loud;
We whisper what we feel.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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