Stretching his hand out to catch the stars, he forgets the flowers at his feet.  — Jeremy Bentham (1748-1832), English jurist, philosopher & legal reformer

The Memory of Dandelions
If tomorrow we lost
little suns at our feet.
Yellow till
white fairies danced.
White till
they quietly flew
skipping away
on the dew.
There’d be today
I’d wish you knew.
 
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