by Kim Kelly

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DANDELION

Betrayal is the sharpest grief,
Quick, cruel,
But it is not death.
It is a fleet storm,
The cold breath of disappointment
Kicking up dust through
Dandelion drifts.

I am the dandelion,
Common, irreducible,
Beautiful pest.
No fear of the storm,
For I fly best upon its savagery,
To sow my brightness
Everywhere.