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Dandelion Hope MAG

October 28, 2016
By RenSiannodel BRONZE, Center Sandwich, New Hampshire
RenSiannodel BRONZE, Center Sandwich, New Hampshire
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There is a rip in the cement
On a littered and battered street.
From this crack
Grows a dandelion.

Four pairs of slow, scraping feet
Whose spring in their step was long forgotten
Nearly trod on the blossom.
But they merely hover, entranced.

Four pairs of downcast eyes, no tears left to cry,
Stare at the little sunburst fragment.
Darkened eyes light up
And they see beyond a weed.

A runaway, castaway, little lost boy
Sees a child
Who found a home beyond an awful place.

A beat-down, torn-down, broken-down
young woman
Sees a heroine
Who stands up, faces up, rises up, and thrives.

A worn-out man who sold his world for ecstasy
Sees a lost man in a lost world
Who finally found himself.

A heartbroken man who lost his light
Sees his loved one
And knows to live for her.

Four new dandelions pushed their way out
from under the sidewalk toward the sun.



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