will it bloom this year?

 
One dandelion, two

growing from that root,

root planted right at your foot

You receive three petals, four

gobbling up stalks of stems-

stem stalks shaped of hyacinth

I was four- fed foul leaflets

Spoonfuls of blushing

yellows, blazing lilacs

Consuming, it’s

dissolving

Seven shattered

Oed’ und leer das Meer