Five-Year-Old Gardening 4-24-02
When the rain ends
the white dandelions
– tufts of fluff –
begin to stretch out again
peeking their eyes open
to make sure
the rain is gone.
I wait, patiently curious
until the sun has dried them out,
then I snatch up the weed
and blow,
so hard that I need to gasp
again for breath.
The tiny bits of flower float off
dancing merrily away from me.
I am satisfied.
I have helped mom
with the weeding.
I return to my play,
never suspecting
that I have just planted
twenty-five new weeds.
~Jenelle Schmidt
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