dandelions

a great field of wishes before me, glinting in hope

should I blow them all at once

sending my life goals and dreams flying into the air?

should I kick them, tromping the wishes down to the green earth

skipping over them because I’m too caught up in life and work?

should I watch them, looking at their beauty, never daring

to make the first step of picking them up in my hands,

cradling them, and sending them off to the wind?

I sit in fields of wishes

and they tickle my face, my hands, my feet

and I wonder how I should begin

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