SNOWBALL’S JOURNEY
Whither we go, dandelion seeds,
blown by a zephyr with toddler stature.
Snowball’s journey will yield petaled weeds,
but for now, we fly from the angel-dispatcher.
Our cyclonic parachutes, sublime.
Our flurry of seedlings put on a show.
We float, we flap in long distance climb.
Whither we go…whither we go!
What wings arise, ascent of bees -
Are they following our dandy...
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