-Dandelion heads-

Thursday morning I pulled
a small gathering of dandelion heads

from the grass in the backyard.

I'm thinking of driving

to the Cape for the afternoon
although the Cape in May

isn’t as rewarding for me

as the Cape in December.

(There's something about the attitude
in the glacial remnant of an age of ice
as being best approached in the time of ice.)

I’d just as soon stay-put.

the neighbors hadn’t complained

about the dandelions and I might've been
a little presumptuous,
but in fairness, the procedure
was accomplished through my own initiative.

now the geologists have informed me
that the Cape and its great outer beach

will eventually be lost beneath the ocean,
here longer than human beings have lived,
but not lost by December next, so there's no need to hurry.

In the meantime 

I'm looking out the window toward
the backyard in a preemptive once-over
to fend-off notifications from neighborhood busybodies
that I might have missed one.


                                                             Swansea