"Excuse me mister,
Are you the one they call Jack?"
He reached for his gun;
As he answered me slowly,
His moustache gleamed in the light

蒲公英

Residing liminal 'twixt fast and slow
Faint flourishing where man-made meets the street
Sporadic sprays of yellow ebb and flow
A creeping weed has never looked so sweet.
Beset by eager workers, formed and set
Your beauty goes unnoticed, trowl'd and sprayed
By wands and gallon jugs and hydric jet
With human chemicals, your flourish fades;
Betrayed and trodden, senza voce, seethe
Oh how I'd eat your blossoms, drink your leaves

O dandelion!
Spring weeds pucker in the sun
A creeping beauty