Things surprise the city that is me

Unfurling now from old remembrances

Distant dreams of agony 

A pleasing dandelion picks this city. 

I will not let this dandelion disperse 

I assure you, it's all on purpose 

I mean for all these dialogues to be terse 

I will not clog the aether with more verse. 

For this dandelion is pretty, you see

And her fumbling song is pleasing to me. 

And her focused charms are difficult to see

But she chose this city and therefore me.