Poem: Puff

A photo I took of one of the dandelions in the field behind my house.

My latest five-line original poem.


you walked through a field littered with my weeds,

holding back a puff of your hot breath,

preferring to kick at the parachute stems,

and watch as I scattered in disarray;

you made no wishes.

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