The Moon Days
By Dorothea Lasky
There are roses
And then there are roses
In the distance an edge of green
Long and wandering the branches
You will see a bird
Or maybe three
Time is a heavy circle
The circular head
Of the dandelion
Thought by many
To be a pesky little weed
Mighty little dandelion
Keeper of the secrets
And secret lives
Friend to lonely children
Symbol of the sun
Dandelion, my friend
Beware!
They are out to get you
They are out to get
All of us
Blow your seeds
Directly
To me
Blow your soul
Directly to me
I’ll save you
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