wispy hallows
of dried leaves
rattling in moon
and dew.
Point me to the river,
the puffs of dandylion
seduce
in white haired silence...
blow and wish away.
Cherubs will see and peek
in glee,
as yellow haired harass
sits silent
in weed... poachers beware.
The ruined green perfection
sits in even rows,
disdain for the wilding
that eluded.
Mow them down, those
downy harbingers
of mischievous seed...
done-
cooked by plots cremated.
Ahhh we remember
the wild...
and won't be plucked.
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