the smoke
like smog
that rises into the air
in a dimly light room
after someone blows out their birthday candles
that is what I wish upon

the breeze
that carries
the dandelion seeds
to their new homes in the ground
that is what I wish upon

every star
that is not flying
across time and space
across my bedroom window
that is what I wish upon

the beautiful eyes
of every wonderful person
I have ever pasted on a crowded street
with a smile in their eyes and an open hand
that is what I wish upon

the smaller side of a wishbone
every other minute in the day
besides eleven eleven.
that is what I wish upon