Mike Finley - Dandelion Milk

When the stem is snapped
a circle of dripping white
forms on the green perimeter.

The lilac weakens us for a week.
Honeysuckle, a single sweet drop.
Whereas this rogue has no scent, no pedigree.

Yet I say you are the yawning lion
sprawled across our lawns.
This bitter milk I choose to be my wine.



(2006)

Mike Finley

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