In a dream I drove a motorcycle
through a hoop ablaze with
dandelions
and as I passed through
each exploded in a cloud
of white seeds
drifting around me
I extended my hand
they danced this way
and that
as I swung my fingers through
the cloud
i wondered how many wishes
I could ask for
But a seed landed
kissing
the tip of my nose
This was far too wonderful for wishes
The white wisp tickled my face
awake.



I saw a little girl today
holding a pure white sphere bloom
she closed her eyes as she blew, wishing.
She missed
the show.