A Dandelion Clock
A sturdy
Green stalk
Supports
A white head.
A gentle exhale
Of a breeze
And tiny,
Delicate
Parachute-like seeds
Disperse
Carried aloft
Into the big, blue
Open sky
Floating
Until,
One by one
They settle;
One here,
Two there,
Coating the meadow
With a downy surface
As if a sprinkling
Of summer snow.
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