LW Poetry

This feature showcases original poems LW residents. Send poems to emmad@lwsb.com. Submissions run as space allows.

Dandefluff

In a field of time, remote, I’m destined to forever float.

Once, I was sure-footed, youthful and firmly rooted until a little girl went “puff”, and now I’m only dandefluff. As time marched on, aloof, a little girl went “poof ”. Skies, like hair, turned to grey, and a dandelion had her day, but, in memory, I ring true, in a sunlit sky of blue. Will my scattered seed, fulfill the childish need of tomorrow’s winsome girl setting a new stem atwirl? A gentle breeze that blows, comforts me and says it’s so. or will I forever float, airborne, like a wandering boat, lost in time or sky or sea of her ancient memory? Will she hear her first dog bark like a horn through fog?

I don’t know, I’m just some stuff, a little floating dandefluff. Only angels can ever tell. Find them by the wishing well is my advice. Farewell.

—Dave Crandall, Mutual 10