In the hollow of summer, sun pours down
into sidewalk cracks, shores up gold-
helmeted soldiers for urban turf warfare, where
idylls of sameness drive mowers that cut
the poor dandelion. Clustered near poplars, or
singly-spines straight-the yellowheads move
in. They head toward the bold-faced lie-the
lie of the weed-free façade.
margaretmaryjoyce 
Love the image of dandelions as warrior in a turf war!
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Thanks, Carol!! Yes, they’re like hardy little soldiers! haha.
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