CITY DANDELIONS.

Between the

Busy street

And the sidewalk’s

Urban beat

There was

A forest

For the florist

In all of us

To come upon;

Populated

By the latest

Collection of

Spring’s greatness

Where I saw

The tall towers

Of flowers

Whose stems

Were strengthened

For the lengths

They held,

And the starburst

Crowns

That sat atop,

Scooping up

What sunlight

Filtered through

Benighted trees

And dropping

Arrow like shards

Of pretty seeds

For the pity

Of this

Windy city's breeze

To carry

Carefully away.