Dandelions…the little bastards
They crouch in the grass and spring up
In spring by the many dozens
Their yellow heads tell me where to dig
And distract me from the next round in hiding
I hate them and admire them
For their persistence and reproductive strategy
The seed puffs are exquisite geometry
Evolution out-designing the best computers
But evolution never anticipated the perfect green lawn
I’ll be back tomorrow
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