Dandelions

Waist high under growth, that snagged clothes,

 leaving behind “stick tights”, in all sizes and shapes.

Shoelaces, became thick like rope, with the seeds.

Prickling though socks, sticking fingers.

Beyond the undergrowth, was a large field, with

turf grass, not the thin bladed bluegrass, but the wide fescue.

Sitting in the middle, was a smallish woman, with a knife in hand.

She had been working, slightly throughout the warm, summer afternoon.

Pulling dandelions, from the overgrown lawn.

I found out later, she was from the mountain country, in Viet Nam.

She had a single purpose, didn't stray from her work.

Gradually, she worked her way across the large field.

When she finished, she walked to her car,

put her knife in the trunk, and closed the lid.

She dusted herself off, then climbed into the car and drove away

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is a cool piece...it leaves this reader wondering exactly what the dandelions represented for her.

nicely laid out description.

[D. Mansfield]

Thank you so much jacob