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

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I went missing yesterday  --  I had a date in San Francisco with two sublime beauties

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the little girl asked

                              What are the birds trying to say

What

See how they are scribbling in the sky Scribble scribble scribble

What are they trying to say

he watched the starlings murmurations their twisting an doubling  their frantic knotting

scribbling   as she said

I dont know honey Theyre very excitedhuh

Though it seems happy writing Very happy

Doesnt it

It does   Yes

I think if I could fly I would write like that too

he looked up again

                                        then breathless high in his throat   Yes       I would too love I would too

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