one dandelion stands alone at field's edge; where are its friends?
Tattered Dandelion [Haiku]
the !n(tro)verted yogi
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
one dandelion stands alone at field's edge; where are its friends?
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
blown away
all over
sisters and brothers
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my back yard
scruffy wild flower meadow now
oh there – another dandelion
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To graveyards
Gone the scattered friends
Flower’s child
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