Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Blooming Gold


When I imagine love.

I see the remains of a dandelion.

With that one seed that still holds on,

To what was once blooming gold.

Then I see you.

You bring that weed to your mouth and blow,

Taking me to another place, floating.

Allowing me to fall,

And come up a million more times


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