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Dandelion’s Cousins

Sometimes it is good
to step out of your own way
to remember the answers
to Big Questions
do not come to us
do not come to us
by moving faster
Spinning in circles
of work and worry
brings us nowhere
except exactly here
falling over
dizzy, tumbling to the ground
lucky to land in sweet grass
green flecked with deep yellow
The root went down a foot, at least, he said
Proud that he had dug it up and
destroyed it—a weed.
Maybe something with a root that deep
deserved to stay. Maybe it had something
to tell us. But do not grieve its passing.
Look. The dandelion’s cousins are everywhere.

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