The teen aged man told me that when he died he
wanted his body to be buried casketless, that it might
become the chicory and Queen Anne's Lace
he sees dotting the sides of the road. Or perhaps
have his body carved up for a Siberian tiger somewhere.
He said dandelions represent the force of love as they
push their way up through cement cracks. He doesn't know
why some have labeled them weeds.
(Peter Y, a walking saint)