Monday, March 9, 2015

Childhood

I sat on the grass while my
small hands pulled at the green 
growing all around me.
I stretched for the dandelion
that was an inch out of reach
and I pulled it from the ground.
White cotton-like tuffs
were picked up by the light breeze,
I brought the oozing stem to my mouth
and let the drops of white fall
onto my tongue.
I recoiled and spat out 
everything I could
to try and forget 
that bitter taste.

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