dandelion seeds

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Where are you 

when the winter goes

and the springtime comes 

with daffodils and dandelions

And the evergreen knows

Why the ivy keeps crying?

Cracking tree trunks

and the dry, dead castle

of molding bark and rotting leaves

While the branches whisper secrets

of little green crab-apples

and helicopter seeds

pebbles under the bridge

over a dehydrated creek

on rusty pipes and cement chunks

harbor ghosts of memory

what could have been

and what used to be

Those creaky swings 

we used to ride on

and those silly songs

we used to sing

If we closed our eyes,

we used to pretend

we could almost fly,

but not quite

Imaginary friends

never characters

shredded and recycled

by pain, bitterness, pride, hate

And betrayal

Now fibers floating away

Like dandelion seeds in the wind.

but those seeds take root . . .

and reach down deep

no matter how much you weed

they grow back.

So do I

every time you see a dandelion..........

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