Every year the Chem Lawn people knock on our door and tell us we must rid our lawn of clover and crabgrass and dandelions. We have yet to do so.
We count the lawns
(Like ours)
Which have let
Their dandelions grow.
This year
We notice
The goldfinches
Thrilled
Eat the seeds,
Spit out the fluff
If indeed
Goldfinches
Can spit.
At any rate
Fluff
Is the aftermath
Of their meal.
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