What I’m looking for
They always say
they hope I find
what I am
looking for,
and then I laugh
and walk away.
I look for nothing
everything
I look for those
who soar and wander,
through the hidden doors
and down the paths
that don’t exist
I look
for weeds on
pampered lawns
I look
for dandelions
unhindered,
even loved.
Dandelion de la Rue May 29, 2012
