I
it roars fierce yellow
through the cracks –
acts ruderal, its inner
bracts: erect, intact
till pollinated, then
dies the beautiful death;
the Dandy Lion.
II
copious on fields that are
crossed to find drugs and
sex, the buttercup:
hold it close beneath the chin
should you find yourself
in-shake and yellowing, a stuttered
lover, an afternoon gin.
III
spined-caged-headless trunks
are protected from themselves
should they take root and blossom,
then make love to the neighbourhood.
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