Friday, February 10, 2023



Love drifts like the white dandelion cypsela in the Nebraska wind
looking for a place to land, to bury itself in wet soil
or to float on the surface of the irrigation ditch
water that carries far from birth
into the gooey muck where life begins again

Poem 21-258A
minor edits
Note: Cypsela is a dandelion seed.

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