with each delicate word
i placed a tiny parachute
a seed upon the dandelion

so fragile was my trust
but a breath could take it
far away


words.
graceful, charming, eloquent
planted more tiny little seeds
upon the tender head

gathering.
forming a beautiful round
feathery ball

made with the seeds of my faith,
my hope
my trust



and then...


holding the stem

      within your hand
                                                            ­                              
you blew...



                                 and so      your words

and     the seeds  

      one      
                                               ­        by        

                          

one



                                               floated                            



                                                             ­                   away...