In a field of dandelions.

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.