Dandelion She catches my eye Poised quietly among the irises, A tall and spindly star of seeds. Wild among the cultivars, She’s a quivering silver sphere Among the docile lavender blooms... I bend down and pluck her, Gentle, careful not to shake her Lest her seeds come loose And cascade onto the lawn. “If I blow it, seeds will spread all over the place, and next year the whole yard will be full of hundreds of little yellow flowers!” She hears my thoughts and whispers back, “Isn’t that the point?”