My rage is a dandelion seed head scattering
to the wind; I can't catch
every piece.
Though, sometimes, one may float
into my palm, and I examine it to find
that the spiky yet soft hairs of the fury white drifter make no sense to me.
© Nathan A. Brock
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
My rage is a dandelion seed head scattering
to the wind; I can't catch
every piece.
Though, sometimes, one may float
into my palm, and I examine it to find
that the spiky yet soft hairs of the fury white drifter make no sense to me.
© Nathan A. Brock