The headless dandelions
stand straight and tall
looking quite plausible,
surprised by their conformity.
Surely there are more of them
than blades of grass
in the gardens
of the Hotel Regina.
Their potency has flown away
leaving them headless
at the first winds
of their blossoming.
Just a few straglers left
with seeds pointing downwards
among the weeds and buttercups.
Muerren 2003
