When you puff their petals,
they lift off into the sky,
tiny pinwheels twirling
on hopes and wishes and dreams.
It’s uncertain where they’ll land—
but it’s certain they’ll land.
And when they do,
they’ll grow another weed
that will release
another handful of
hopes and wishes and dreams
into the sky—
Which begs
the question:
weed or
flower?
(Photo by Dawid Zawila)
