Inspired by Tracy's meditation on dandelions the other day.
We grasp
yellowing stalks
and blow
our wishes
sky high
content to
pay the price
for this cosmic lottery
later
when our wishes become weeds
to be cursed, despised
and destroyed
divine retribution
perverse, unfair
for have we not waited
to yank these ghostly
genies from
the living ground
until they are
giving their
dying gasps?
have we not
helped them
fulfill their
botanic genetic destiny?
2 comments:
I enjoyed this immensely and loved the line "when our wishes become weeds". How true.
Fun play with the title. Like the idea of "cosmic lottery" and agree with Tracy about the stellar line "when our wishes become weeds". That's the heart of the poem for me.
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