A Non–Endangered Species

It is the month of dandelions.
In myriads they bum
Like galaxies of suns on every verge.
In youth the Golden lads.
In age — balls of ephemeral delight
For children.

Leaves of the dandelion
Make tender salad.
Roots of the dandelion
Roasted and ground
Make an apology for coffee.
Mixed with burdock,
You can brew refreshing drink
And set the urine free.

What use are daffodils
Save for brief beauty
In the April weather?


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