It's Still Life

Last Laugh of a Dandelion

That little flower refused to shut up —
jabbering of moon-drunk alley cats,
tomorrow’s lost socks,
and how the dark craves mischief
like a thief craves silvered moonlight.
“Hush,” I pleaded, but it only laughed,
“I’m a dandelion
who refuses to be a weed.”

Soundtrack note: “Some flowers gossip in moonlight, some in mercy — either way, the night listens.” Strange Mercy by St. Vincent.