Friday, April 11, 2014

Wishing jar

Last September I picked a dandelion from the yard and stuck it in a jar. 

I've spent the past few months walking by its nodding stem, its seed head puckered for a kiss. 

The gentlest wind could've come knocking, but hasn't. 

Until now. Sometimes I think I only know what I'd wish for the moment one comes true. 

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