Hot Summer Air

Dandelion
in hand.

A breath
a blow,
scattering
along
hot summer
air.

Each seed a
dream,
each
mostly
nothing,
where in
a world
of circumstances
each
nothing dream
carries with
it amorous
tributaries
and scorns
like fired coal.

A breath
a blow,
empty lungs
grasp
and beg
for more.
Each breath,
hope.
A world
of circumstances.

A world
of circumstances,
curse with
exhales.

Dandelions;
what do children
understand,
that there
are many
a hot summer’s
air will
stand to
scatter.

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