Cup 16: Dandelion


I spent many lifetimes as a dandelion.


I was a bouquet in the hand of a child, offered to his first beloved.


When I became grey, a young woman blew my hair to the wind with a wish, and I floated to a street in the great city. 


Between blocks of concrete I slept, gritty ash my blanket, until rain awakened me in my stony prison.


Perhaps you have been a dandelion. Do you remember how the earth drew your roots to her, how the sun encouraged your face to rise? 


Do you remember how you broke through?

All photos on this site

were taken by Dana Davis

Oakland, California, USA

copyright 2016-2019 Lorraine Bonner

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