334/365

I wanted to tell you
the truth.

Dust your ears
with pollen. You would
hardly notice my tiny feet.
My wings, fluttering
lighter than air.

I wanted to sing you
to life. Send
pinwheel dandelion seeds
to dance
across your cheek.

I wanted to breathe you
in and in
and
in again.

None of this melts
your icicle eyes.

You do not notice
my tiny feet. Wings,
lighter than air.

Truth.





334/365

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