a dandelion

alone

                                                                                             bent in a sparse yard

                                                           looked like a clutch of broken sunbleached spiders

a wind came up and

blew hard

it blew until it went blue in the face

                                                                the spiders didnt scatter

they tickled the air

                                their odd legs unsynchronised

when the wind stopped

                                         laughing

it realised the dandelion was gone

a hole remained in the earth where it had been

     

             it uprooted itself

                                          and staggered off on more translucent legs than a staring sun

dared count

2254,  Thursday,  21  1. 16