The dandelions in my front yard

Here is a Poem I just wrote last weekend at our absolutely wonderful July Body Tales Retreat at Camp Double Bear in the Santa Cruz Mountains July 13 – 15, 2007.
Following the poem is an overview of the Body Tales structure that we all followed in which I got to write this poem — which is meant, of course, to be read outloud.

The dandelions in my front yard

I — The dandelions in my front yard — Drying, fluffing; breathing themselves apart — drift, like snow dust, fingering across the dry grasses, weeds, young trees and tomato plants of my front, no-longer-lawn.
I pull them — the fluffy ones - capturing 1/3, maybe 2/3s of the seeds
Tossing them into Green Bin, into some unimaginable urban place where miles of food scraps, bones and flesh, twigs, and other peoples’ lawn trimmings are massing up to rot down…

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