Thursday, May 26, 2011

Blown Away


From the breadth of his clasp
he handed her a bouquet of seeding dandelions.

They sat on the slate-colored patio
confronted with a spotless fescue yard.

When they gave air to the silky parachutes,
he saw her float in a white dress on each one

While she wished, her eyes sealed tight,
that he would stop loving her with this much might.


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