This is to divert the current feeling to that which chases the wind-blown dandelions. This is something which reminds you that the world lives in uncolorful things, too.

This is not to write and be Pablo Neruda. This is not to love and be Romeo. Or Juliet.

This is to be like something that perennially changes.

This is to divert and re-divert. Be displaced or disengaged.

This is to end a line in a way it should not be ~ like a hanging phrase that really isn't.

Yes, this is.