In a Wink

a bit of dandelion fluff
entrusted to a spirit’s breath
floats unpredictably
hesitating for an extended moment
before accelerating vertically
who knew there was an updraft
just there
shifting right waving warning
a weather front cannot be avoided
such an alarm goes unheeded
by such a lump
observing from afar
caught in their season of downdraft

wandering to another’s eye
at rest in one’s own
an unlikely happens
faster than anticipation
a seed is inked to a page
the mighty pen paused
and wrote on
a white gown soiled
slips to a sterile deck
to float no more
a rush of life continues
invisibly sashaying
winking at a next play partner

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