by Jessie Salisbury

Small, stalwart, standing tall
In the grassy gravel
Of the lesser used driveway,
Its single blossom
Bright against the ground;
Tempting traffic, feet and cars
That might pass that way;
One defiant little plant.

Freely granted:
Dandelions are like that;
Impudent, sassy, a take-over kind,
Surviving in spite of adversity,
To spread its downy seeds
To any receptive spot.
Lawns are a favorite place,
And new flowerbeds,
Not caring they aren’t wanted.

There are people like that, too.