This morning I walked out to put a new poem in the box in advance of a couple of neighborhood kids who race down the street to see what’s there. (My heart! My heart!) As I snapped my pic and walked away, I saw amid the sage and purple skullcap a single yellow dandelion. And I thought of Ted Kooser. So I swapped out the original entry for this early spring poem I’ve been holding for apparently just this day. Here’s to finding the right markers “to help us / find our way.”
And there
it was, a commonplace dandelion, right
at my feet, the first to bloom, especially
yellow
