Dandelion - Poem by Amanda Thomas
Feather light vessels, white as snow and soft to the touch
Dance through the air to their final resting place.
They know their place in the world.
Float, plant, grow, reproduce.
A girl lays on the impossibly green grass
All smiles and sunlight and skin.
She rolls over onto her stomach and blows softly
'Next year we'll come back and see what has grown'
We both laugh at the absurdity of it
Sideways glances and flirty lashes
Fluff and seeds searching searching searching
I search as well, for her, now.
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