Friday, April 13, 2012

Election Year

Dandelions, in all their admiralty,
are tailored to lend. Rows of gold button
into a drunken convention on the lawn,
where later in the season their party’s
confetti is spent. Then, the parade
of bald heads, ragged ties,
a blurred agreement
between the wind and the ground.
Gardeners kneel all over
the rectangular plots of America,
boondoggled, grass-stained.


Deloney said...

Usually I'd pick out a favourite line or image but this time I can't. It's wonderful top to bottom.

Mike Lindgren said...

A superb effort! Very nice! We approve!