Road Dandelions
are forthcoming
wilted winter
cracked you
brighter down dust
turned dust below
or sky information, maybe,
the greatest among you
turned fast crumbs --
who'll finish this shrug?
I'm sure they'll agree to
ice down our televisions
and warm up the houseflies
they thrive on smooth folk
they sometimes ask
"Permission to come aboard?"
they charge the color of cash
for hard are their head areas
they breathe mazes of children
they wail like churned water
they're allergic to sonatas
they raise a medium bubbling
they introduce themselves
as the road dandelions
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