May Mystery

by Jim Farfaglia

May Mystery

 

Oh, lowly dandelion,

sneakiest of all weeds,

rising above the new-spring grass

to proclaim yourself a sun-god.

 

There’s no controlling you,

laying claim wherever you choose,

and sending your root so deep

it looks like you’re here to stay.

 

But wait!

Maybe you are something regal,

maybe you do command magical powers –

for, overnight, your golden sunburst

 

becomes a feathered snow-globe,

and, now, atop your throne you sit,

waiting for a noble breeze

to carry you into next May.

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