You know, it's said that if you
make a wish and blow all
of the petals off of a dandelion
in a breath, your wish will come true.
So every time I saw a dandelion I
blew as hard as I could. Almost always,
all the petals went heavenward
with my hopes attached to each of them.
But I have grown disappointed and stopped,
telling myself that I should
have known better. No more wishing
on dandelions for me.
Until today, when in my path
stands a huge white fluffy bloom
calling out for my wish. I take a breath,
because you never really know.