Friday, December 9, 2011

das Pusteblume


and we held
too tightly
to what the dandelions said
das Pusteblume promised
love and fortune
laughter and pretty boys
but their spell weakened
with the icy rain of winter's stay
the tiny chutes of fluff and heartbeats
against that gale of stones
that is the final shudder
of summer's reign
these weeds of childhood

the unfulfilled and unrealized
forever sprout
in the remembered past
to be seized

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