The Hidden Depths of a Dandelion: Unveiling Aly Q.’s Poetic Secret
it is you, this weed, and it
flourished today from the crown up,
raised and opened
the arms of its seeds to the sky, sparkling,
with intelligence and the morning dew.
tomorrow
they will release, lift from your mind
like nimbus parachutes, or heavenbound fireflies,
shining ideas leaving behind
that which was rooted.
