Dandelions and great ideas

They and other weeds, like anxieties,

spring up in the night uninvited, pummel

their way through plots, plague me

with constant breakthroughs into

cultivated plans, leaving landscapes broken,

then disperse like dreams, falling onto gravel.


This “Golden Shovel” poem was inspired by Ben Alexander’s poem “Straits, or: Expanses” in W3 Prompt #17: Wea’ve Written Weekly on The Skeptic’s Kaddish.


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