There's a dandelion seed
caught in your hair.
A fluffy wisp of white and grey
hanging there,
suspended
in your frothy crown.
A shimmering seed held
like a star in a wiry halo
made by the light.
Blow it away.
Perhaps you will,
if I tell you it's there.
Blow it away.
But it looks so beautiful
suspended there.
I won't tell you.
I'll just admire it's beauty
as it hangs
in your hair.
Blow it away.
No, I won't.
It will leave soon enough.
Best not to rush these things.
Who knows where
they will end up
after all.
First published by Harbinger Asylum, To Hold A Moment Still Anthology, December, 2014
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