1.
Dandelions spread and float, root
and grow, over and over.
A blanket of delicate golden covering the
muddied dirt of the earth.
The beauty and persistence of life─
weeded seeds dug up and discarded.
The beauty of inconvenience─
Life is not life if it’s not wanted.
And growth is a pest
Pervasive invasive
Swans, Swines, Snails; the devils that dared,
set roots despite displacement.
You took them to awe. You took them
for their beauty.
Starlings striding through the sky;
refugees making a home.
Hunt to reset the balance you broke─
protectors turned predators.
You call them invaders as they evade the
wrath of the ones who stole their beauty.
2.
Dandelions spread and root in homes
that belong to others.
A blanket of golden defeat on the
crowded ruins of native roots.
The persistence insistent on staying─
weeded seeds dug up but still remain.
The destructive occupancy─
Life comes with collateral.
The pest of overindulgence
Pervasive invasive
Swans, Swines, Snails; hungry hunters,
leaving no scraps for the starving.
We can only awe in ignorance.
Their beauty luring like sirens,
Fictitious fauna feeding on the fragile;
colonizing established communities.
We desperately search for the native novelties─
protectors of the persecuted.
They invade and we evade extinction of the
ecological miracles we were too late to admire.
