She said
You've lost faith in humanity.
Ripening in the sun
the dandelion bursts
open and becomes
like snow.
I blew
on the ball
watched the seeds go
flying. Made a love
chant, which too floated
in the air.
Instead there were more
dandelions.
A world wide weed.
They are tasty
when fried, eaten whole.
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