Poem: …dandelion


pleased with pleb vitality

contempt for hothouse blooms

I was a dandelion, she thought

from under tons of concrete, tons

broke anyway

through a hundred metric tonnes of rock

a smiling flower at the tip

poking through

© Alex Ankarr 2017

Image – Orest Ukrainsky, public domain

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