I asked for nothing but
held a fresh dandelion in
my cupped hands. I’d
ripped it from the ground
without thinking
so now I must watch it
fade into the veil
with yesterday’s dreams
and tomorrow’s cannots.
Author of poetry and fiction
I asked for nothing but
held a fresh dandelion in
my cupped hands. I’d
ripped it from the ground
without thinking
so now I must watch it
fade into the veil
with yesterday’s dreams
and tomorrow’s cannots.