the swaying dandelions tall
invite gentle exhalations
letting scattered wishes fall
upon which field shall they rest?
how far from pursed lips,
and a longing heart’s request?
will the seeds find fertile ground
or alight upon a stagnant pond
to miasmal algae green be bound
maybe today, from trembling hand
and with God’s omniscient breath
shall find roots
upon scorched land
a wish granted
For D, who brought up the topic of childhood dandelion wishes 🙂