"Dandelions"

Glass clinks, wind blows,

Damp grass, shrinks beneath toes.

Nothing but light, dancing through sound,

Nothing but me facing the ground.

To ants they must seem the tallest of trees;

To grass, they illuminate like snow covered seeds.

Heals and boots they fail to see,

Surely they don't know this is no weed to me.

I grab the blossom, pinch it in the tips of my hand;

A white string of song begins to escape like sand.

Breath it nudges; wishes fly --

This wish of mine sails straight to the sky.