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Dandelion Seeds

Dandelion Seeds


At first, I think it’s

a foxtail, the way

it’s buried itself

into her long fur.


“Pup, hold still,” I say,

patiently parting

tufts of tangled hair.

She wiggles and licks


my busy hands as

I work the seed from her

body. It’s not a

foxtail, but a most


perfect dandelion

seed. I hold the small

particle between

two fingers and say,


“This, Pup, is magic.

This is sweet science.

It’s evolution

at its very best.”


I twirl the small stem

and toss it to the

wind, watching, transfixed.

Then Pup licks my hand.


Karin Dickinson


Normative Syllabic Verse

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