One white-bearded dandelion,
the first to make it through to seed this year -
no globe of feathered space
for this rough, flora-beeste,
but creamy block of close compacted silks*,
hemmed in,
from which, even now,
real ripe seeds are fraying away -
family fragments.
Winters long arraignment,
stitched-up case unpicking at the witness box,
paradigm thesis, oh, so slow unraveling -
these few rare notions,
refugee children
liberated
to a cold wind.
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*'silks' are also barristers in UK.
