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| spring on the smoky wind |
Give me one Dandelion and an empty field and I will plant you a garden.
It will take time and the winds must play
their parts, but the garden will grow and move each year like a yellow tide on
a distant shore.
Bees will visit.
They will gorge themselves on nectar, grow
fat and stumble home.
At dusk the birds will idle, watching the
day fade.
At night the frogs will sing and the owl
will moan, unable to sleep.
Give me two Dandelions and I will plant you
a meadow.
And the days will be a blaze of yellow.
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