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



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


even loved.


Dandelion de la Rue  May 29, 2012