Dandelion
Puffy white spheres sit amid
blades of grass
Bending and swaying in a
fickle breeze
Parachutes tugged by the
wind pull away
And float against
the bold, blue sky
A giggling child
with mischievous eyes
Pulls her hand out of her
mother’s
And runs towards the field of white puffs
She stops, bends down, and plucks one
Grasping the stem between her tiny fingers
She blows gently, making
a few seeds
Take flight but
noticing that not all have left,
She twirls, still
holding the stem until
Inverted umbrellas fill the
air
And are carried away by
the gentle breeze
She then drops the drooping head
And skips back to her amused mother
Her laughter
f a D I
N G
into a whisper
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