The dandelion collector

The woman who works at Hot Bite is cleaning the outdoor tables. Someone must have picked a dandelion nearby and then left it on one, for whatever reason. The woman wiped the table, picked up the dandelion, carried it across the picnic area and put it in a red cup full of at least a dozen other picked dandelions and haven't we all mistook a flower for a weed in our own lives, in our own way


and haven't so many of us been discarded simply because we belonged to other places or other people


what field shaped like a table might we be lying on


what bouquet is beckoning you

how picked and valuable are you

how messy and deserving of love

are you.