I, Ms. Dandelion

Me, I'm a dandelion, everywhere at once.
Unearth me in lawns, in hollow sidewalk cracks.

Underappreciated, just give me a moment;
the smallest of moments, and you'll see what I can do.
Hold me tight, my dear, for I'll be gone by dawn.
I'm held here by heartstrings, but for whom do I stay?
I'm held there by heartstrings, but for whom do I stay?
              There's no world for me here,
              no world for me there -

                           There's not a world for me, anywhere.

*            *            *

You'll break through the cosmos to try to find me,
the remains of a girl, a dandelion girl.
You'll beg and you'll plead, but all that you'll get
is a handful of hair,
a handful of air.

Look to the sky, white-faced and burnt,

for remains of a girl, a dandelion girl,

         of a could-be, a would-be, a leftover should-be,

         an unanswered wish, a freckle of hope

a flesh of ebony

and raspberry lips,

and I, Ms. Dandelion, waving goodbye.

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