I have always been enchanted by
The dandelion
Which grows from asphalt
If I could, I'd shower it
With all my wonder
For instance:
How does your beauty survive desolation?
Is your strength stored in roots?
Are your petals made of the confidence
That guided you through
Impenetrable darkness?
Alas, pavement dandelions
Have no words
So I shall ask the one
Reading my own:
Dear dandelion,
How did you do it?


© Jaz Rogers