When the stem is snapped <br />a circle of dripping white <br />forms on the green perimeter. <br /> <br />The lilac weakens us for a week. <br />Honeysuckle, a single sweet drop. <br />Whereas this rogue has no scent, no pedigree. <br /> <br />Yet I say you are the yawning lion <br />sprawled across our lawns. <br />This bitter milk I choose to be my wine. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(2006)<br /><br />Mike Finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dandelion-milk/
