You are no less resilient, reaching
both down to the strength that holds you,
and up, up to the light, out with your beauty.
And you know, having sunk your effort into
the cool, damp earth—that while dandelions
can be clipped and fought, uninvested
in anyone’s opinion they throw their
sparkling futures onto the wind, tomorrow tucked
into seeds, and grow all the way back, strong and bowing
at the very same time.
Love,
Penny
