Saturday, March 26, 2022

Oath

as dying lilacs lay darkly in their leaves
and lowly lilies listless lovers wilting
tiny suns shine spreading across lawns
that yellow light yawning closes at night
petals like feathers and seeds that take flight
wild weeds even lovelier to children’s eyes
i solemnly swear i will never turn 
soil sour against a dandelion

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