Well, it is better that someone love them.
—Frank O’Hara
Dandelions are disrobing all over America
shedding their petals in meadows and parkways
kindling the warm cloth of the world
First Street and Cherry, Friday at five
All the bright blossoms
All this light in the air
Dandelions, those dimestore girls, everywhere
-Jill Neimark
I am resubmitting the poem I sent a few days ago. I am an author of adult and children’s fiction and nonfiction, a journalist, and have published poetry and essays in The Rumpus, Los Angeles Review, Aeon, The Massachussetts Review, Cimarron Review, Borderlands, Columbia Review.