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The Eroded Dandelion Patch

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No worms break the surface from the sidewalk, 

To the bottom of this red-brick wall, and you’ll find, 

On closer examination, that the bricks are fake: 

See the weed-choked grasses blow and blow. 

 

I’m not a biologist, but I know, from tales heard 

In childhood, the signs of erosion; and far be it 

From me to question scientific-theory that is 

The bedrock of society, about angry winds. 

 

My father was a biologist, he died of sorrow, 

We had a terrible ceremony, 

Walked in single file through the abandoned 

Lot, and gave bites of ashes to Ladybugs.

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