The golden dandelions have changed
to gray heads leaning together,
touching still-green palms, gossiping softly
about children and grandchildren. Their thinning hair
floats away in the breeze. Already
new hairless buds are rising
from the same years-old taproot.
I dibble, and pause:
one ought to have respect for grandmothers.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Gray Heads
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