i dared cast my gaze
toward the sun
an eclipse
the lowly dandelion
who pushed its way through
grit and gravel
to birth a single flower
its brilliance burned
bands of light
on my retina
now a golden orb floats
in the dark pool
of my mind’s eye
a constant source of light
when the gray pall of winter
descends
Tuesday, November 18
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