A dandelion clock catches my eye. I must have seen a thousand and noticed none. Until now. I stop. Look. Contemplate. How do they tell the time?
Watching the dandelion clock
Marking time, your spidery hands
taking minutes into hours. Fresh winds
and rose bud lips lift your helicopter pips
to a new space where you rest. Lightly
sleeping in the sun, until the spring
comes to raise a golden alarm.