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Fine and Dande'

 

Hurled into the air
The dandelion spores feel the wind micro currents,
Tickled into the sunshine
Meandering into the paradise they have been set and--
Lands right about a block from its origin, if it's lucky.
Dandelions are 'weeds' for whatever reason.
Make a wish, blow on the fluff
It's enough to propel the little feathers
And to them it's a thousand mile journey
And they are content with any distance at all
Landing into a new era
A couple feet from their ancestors
Closely connected to their past and always cognizant of their movability
And yet,
Why the ritual?
The drama
Of blooming and growing
The voracious yellow petals
Thin and numerous
Layered and mildly fragrant
Then, as the suns pass
So do the yellow
And the fingers curl
Like a resting hand
Become lighter and dry
And they grow tiny wings
And seed comes forth from the sweet
And take off to whatever effect in any weather
And it goes on over and over
Endless tiny flights
Dandelion International Airport
Lowest rates in the nation
From here to wherever
Written by asbr808 (Anthony R)
Published
Author's Note
Blow and make a wish!
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