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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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WAR ON DANDELIONS

 

The pretty devils smirk up at me

right after my shower.

My back still aches

from cutting out this morning's crop,

spraying strong vinegar on the roots.

Two hours, maybe?

New ones are chuckling,

and I remember long ago.

The children and I drove away

so pleased with our all-green lawn,

came home later to drop-jaw sight,

little yellow faces everywhere.

 

I bought sprayings for no plant pests,

but no bees either.

And yes, their fuzzy heads are pretty,

but their sprung-free bald pates

mid-summer triple the mowings.

I've won a few skirmishes,

even did victory laps,

held a few parades.

Still, the outcome is uncertain.

Perhaps I should be a gracious loser

like Robert E., tip my hat

and ride away with dignity intact.

 

But then the sun rises

and I swear...

     

            Not yet! Not yet!


                              -Carol Hamilton