At the end of summer,
I carefully collect the whitened dandelions
that escaped my sharp weeding trowel.
I save them for a night
when the sun is almost gone
when I send their seedling wish bearers up
into the sky with puff upon puff
of breath until all the stems are empty
and my white bits of promise have
reached the sky where
people all over the world, even
where there are no sunflowers,
can look up and wish upon them.
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- Summer’s End - 29th October 2021