How little did you know as a child,
when you blew away seeds of dandelion
security of a locked psychiatric ward
against black-and-white
flower growing out of asphalt
sit close, Daughter,
diminish the distance
How did you become homeless?
Barren and beautiful
on a rainy Saturday
don’t just look at it
look through it
underclass:
who possess nothing
that matters
the street marginality
away from your house
aimless wandering
and familiar faces
dandelion
“Isn’t that a weed?”
You will see,
not just those who now crowd
the asylums.
"Dandelion Snow" first appeared in Vallum issue 11:1, print and audio.
Verbal Vol.1 is a Blasted Tree anthology of spoken word poetry.
Cover Image by Kyle Flemmer