Like any prejudice, deep-rooted:
we don’t want you here. Why?
A yellow flower, salad-worthy leaves—
we like yellow flowers (even salad)
when we intend it, neat rows
boxed, potted, or climbing well-behaved
on a trellis. But you have this way of popping in
when and where you please, rough-edged
oblivious to convention, blowing wind-wild
teeming in open fields, invading
our careful plans. What use
for this free-thinking sunny vigor,
this relentless hello?
Off-prompt again for NaPoWriMo Day 21. It’s true, you can have your dandelions and eat them, too.