Dandelion

 

I am a dandelion in the sun

waiting for a

sudden gust of wind

to blow away

any minute now

I seem to remember

a memory not my own

nectar stuck in the stem

for a spell, unstuck

any minute now

The wind in the trees

traces rays of dusk

on the grass

last chance to belong

any minute now

I wish oh I wish

time slowed and sped 

the hands on the clock

moving sunward

any minute now

I am a dandelion in the sun

lest the nightdew

petrifies images

of heartbreak

any minute now

Embrace the wind

be done with it

any minute now

the sphere perfected

only to disperse

any minute now

I am