concrete slabs
hot and gray in the sun
a dandelion with tree dreams
finds a miniscule crack
in this lifeless shielding
pokes through
her head crowned
in a golden haze
and nature’s claim
on what is hers begins
who will Gaia send
as the next warrior
probably the bird armies
conveying more seed soldiers
who stalk the weakness
of the spreading enemy
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
About Me
- Sandy
- a woman of undetermined age with a deceptively normal appearance. She dabbles in many art forms but doesn't sit still long enough to master any of them. Now retired, she hopes to master something.
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