By the brick wall & the HVAC unit, one
cottony puff of dandelion & one head
of yellow. It's winter on the coast, but we're all
feeling out of season. After months of grief
& sickness, isn't it tempting again to read
nature for good omens? It's OK we're still
creatures of desire. Each tuft looks attached
to a parachute, conveying not just dispersal
but escape, though the weedy flower's
ringed with leaves like lion's teeth.
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