I watch and wonder

how many wishes

dandelion fairies hold

in their feathered pockets –

 

I watch and wonder

as they drift, lift and fall

in the air, on the wind,

if they ever grow too heavy –

 

I watch and wonder

what happens to the wishes,

the love stories and winning lottery tickets,

ice-creams and the return of someone missing –

 

I watch and wonder

if I am a fool for believing in nothing

but this – the foretold power

of a blossoming weed.

 

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In response to day 15: wishes, #rainasmprompts

 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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