there is a way in which dandelions grow
so wild and overlooked
so common and so wild
so common so unwanted
and there is a magic in how dandelions grow
families where they ought not to
growing strongly and growing fiercely
wildly and free
and in abandoned places they make armies
or throw parties and kiss each others necks
becoming and becoming
in all the forgotten places
and there is a particular symphony behind a fence
on a busy corner lot downtown
that plays for free but for the few
that plays for those that hear
and they stretch high and they bend soft
swaying moon heads to almost melodies
and the children hear the call to dance
amongst the magic of the lions
the children hear the call to dance
the call to set the magic free
About the Creator
Landon Jones
Exploring existence through writing, art, and existing. Writer of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Friend of the inner child. Interrogator of the inner sheep. I stop to smell the flowers (and talk to them too).
art @landonmakesthings
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