DandelionsThe dandelions went to seed todayat last. I never liked their yellow headsbeside my path, exploding on my way.Those cheerful blossoms beckoned me to stay.To stray and distance from the track I treadand live my life away. Realityhad sprung up in the dandelions' stead.I picked one, and he sweetly, slowly bled.He shed a sugared tear for those like mewho live in fear. It ran across my hand.I slowly posed to set the seedlings freeand wish for life. It was not to be.As I'd commit the seedlings to the land,one day I will too be only sand.