Shane P. Grant

Lines Written A Few Miles Above The Forty Shades Of Green

Faces hang deflated;
Heads of dandelions
Fallen victim to toddler’s storms.
One still stands,
Full and swollen,
With-holding its feathers
Against a blatant breeze

Until one by one
His seeds are plucked away;
Pride pulled from my father’s face,
“Yeah dad, it’s ok.”