Sitting at my daughter's height
We explore dandelion flowers
She loves to run through the yard
Trailing white paracels
Laughing and holding them high
Like a torch.

We talk about the tiny white puffs
Each one a seed-
Waiting for a place
Her eyes are blue and wide listening
Then jumping into the middle of them
Boooo! She says

"I scare away!"
Taking their chances on the winds
Winding through the streets
Looking for a place
In the town, the city
Where will she land?