PPC 4

I asked the dandelion why - Week 51 July '24

I asked the dandelion why
it grew in crooked places,
why it took root in the spaces
left by crumbling concrete?

When many of its brethren
had gathered in vacant lots,
or rooted themselves in spots
where grasses went untended.

He answered with a sunny face
I am not master of my fate.
The wind, it blows not straight,
and it carried me thus far.

And landing in this upheaval,
I nestled into a crack.
Though bucolic vistas it may lack,
I am happy to call it home.


Written for Promptly Poetry
Week 51
Prompt - image of a dandelion gone to seed