she's a mannequin
put a spell on him again
magic is in the air and he has been here
over and over through several reincarnations
giving her his last dandelion wish
and planting carnations for each time
she denied him
go to the garden
fall in the flowers
every fall it starts over
like the same day on a loop
but with a better plan
he can't stop
for each time he breathes
a poem writes itself on paper
made from the loyal dying trees
and if you walk with watchfulness through this oasis
you might smell the breeze of a dandelion dancing
with the wind over and over
again