Princes of the Fields

Windswept rows of dandelions

towheaded lads taming the wind

flourishing within tall fences

row after row after row

dandelion boys pretending

they’re princes of the fields

growing wild inside dreams

untamed and scattered

in breezes, faces of sunshine

static light and air abounding

yellow buttons pushing earth

rooted on grass doorsteps

overgrown in skin of spring

puffed away in breaths of air

dimples exhaling spores

fragile shooting stars of day.