As a dandelion
In Her Majesty’s lawn
 
I cannot bow
I was born erect
 
My use a child’s
butter chin game
Whether Prince
or gardener’s daughter
 
My fate is of the ruler of the green
 
In age I grow gray
And shatter in the wind
 
May my greens
Taste good
between the Queen’s Molars

 

 

About the Author:

Voluntarily removed from parochial school in the 4th grade over sexual content in a book she was publishing for friends, Darby Bailey eventually went from downtown Salt Lake City to Santa Cruz to L.A., where she is pursing her B.A. degree at Antioch University. When she’s not writing, Darby makes a living as a voice over artist, actress and musician. She is a proud resident of downtown Los Angeles and supports it’s revitalization.