I am a child playing with my foster sister in a small field
We play in mud and run around the lid to the septic tank
a portal to hell

I feel the wind rush through tree leaves in a small field
We get tired from sun kisses drying us and the mud
the portal to hell

I pick up dandelions growing up and getting tall in a small field
We run around blowing pappus at each other and laugh

and somewhere in the dandelion swirls
I envision a universe among unlimited ones
where my mother is alive
it blows out into the world