The Dance of the Dandilion

Dandelions disintegrate, disperse, and drift to avoid

Isolation; but it is an insane

Strategy to never be stranded,

Treading wind to traverse space and time,

Radical gipsies roving,

Always on the move, dancing with abandon, until they get

Caught up by the soil and compost

Tangled up in gravity and tugged back to Earth to

Incur the wrath of roots and isolation

Offered up to the ocean of grass as accessories

Neutralised and numb until the next wind takes them dancing.