I plucked two dandelions today,
before the weed hackers got to them. And
removed their stems, getting small amounts of
green weed-paste under my nails.

but it was worth it, I had two sunny dandelion heads left
which I took and put behind my spectacles,
one in front of each eye.
and I ambled around with arms out, blindly yelling “I’m seeing yellow!”
with a rather
childish air and grin.

and it makes me chuckle; how easy it is
for a field of plain saffron weeds to make me smile again.