Grandpa's Dandelions

The only man I ever knew who wore a beret and plaid purple pants well kept a pocket knife at the ready to make his assault, anywhere, anytime.

He could always be found, stooped to the ground digging the roots. He had to get it all. His aim to rid the world of those billowing lion heads spreading their seed and flowers beloved by children.

It’s spring, my yard a blanket of yellow flowers. A travesty to that warriors memory, a family embarrassment

Forgive me grandfather. I love bees, and you would strain your back just to see their first food.

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When You Live in an Old House

You must have a mouser. And when you walk through the kitchen You risk discovery of the gift. Never quite dead.

Cute, except when it’s pooping in your silverware, Or chewing up your favorite winter scarf.

The crunch of bone, Felt, or rather heard, it’s hard to tell which. You’ll be grateful you had your boots on.

You’ll be glad, feeling the crunch of bone, That it’s suffering is over.

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