A homesick thing thinks 
 about coyotes chewing 
 on the inside more
 in the clearings
 walks past the cattails 
 and thinks This used to 
 be a marsh This wants 
 to be a marsh again - 
 pulls the stem off any 
 dying dandelion and 
 sees white blow out 
 for the wind to eat 
  
 You might be scolded 
 for feeding something already
 sprouting through the stitches 
 in your boots. But when you 
 come home and your socks 
 come off your feet damp 
 you may still find petals 
 gripped between your toes