In the enclosure,
Where the dogs chew their bones
One dandelion stood.

Her brilliant crown
Shone, a scion.
Spring’s pending triumph

Over winter’s occupation.
I pushed the mower
Over an assembled

Coronated court.
They multiplied,
Made common cause

With purple loosestrife
And fountain grass.
What little they care

For our worry and disease,
Or concepts
Like weeds.