Smile fleeting on your face.
I blew your dandelion
And you drift away with ease.
And I’m glad-
The part where I change.
Even if it makes my turning heart
Swell,
Even if my tears run hot,
And confusion makes me mad.
Your hand is giddy, wave good bye,
Say good morning
As I stir, the creator in me,
And cry.
And I’m glad-
The part of me I know is real,
Even if the curdles tell,
The rot of passing what is old,
Even if new times arise
And push me to prevail,
I’m glad.
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