in the yard at noon
the teetotaler stoops
to pick the weed that
happily populates
hot summer lawns.
careful to rinse
the yellow blades
of dirt and bug,
setting to soak
next to the jars
and pots bubbling up
ripened Michigan fruits.
dandelion wine
batched and aged,
the bitter bloom
fairy kissed- sweetens-
in the dry
of a cold cellar.
in a few months time,
never in her cups herself,
she pours them for her boys
'round the table,
the last of summer's tonic.
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