DANDELIONS

I follow their brazen punctuation
along the weedy base line of the old stone wall,
knowing soon comes the games I’ve never tired of –
a quick pluck, then a great whoooosh as if
with birthday candles. And each time the same wish?
No, often only that good wishes be granted

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