Writing for Weed

At this time of year
it's hard to tell which came first,
grass blades or dandelion stems?

Dandelions, I said, smell sweet
and look pretty.

They're kind of juicy
inside—and we recite
a naughty nursery rhyme.

"Mama had a baby
and it's head popped off."

We both laugh as I promise
to the knoll, and tiny
grass blades we made

into trumpets: I will write
one poem for the dandelion—
no matter it's just a weed.

Comments

[Sue Lozynskyj]

Like this Joe...very focussed. Knoll is a bump! for me...language from another time. And what is the narrator promising to it?