I’m standing in the middle of a field,
making wishes,
dandelion one,
dandelion two,
dandelion three.
I wish slow.
I wish fast.
I wish for us to last.
I wish on dandelion four,
dandelion five,
dandelion six,
but there is no quick fix.
I’m standing in the middle of a field,
reaching for dandelion seven,
eight,
and nine,
I can still make you mine.
–S.