dandelion prayers

prayers that will disappear
into the wind
to land
elsewhere

in hopes
of planting
a little bubble
of sunshine
 a little sprout
of hope

(the obnoxious kind,
that most people
try to
get rid
of...

the kind that steals

energy--from the things

we otherwise think

is worth the better part of our time

our presentable lawn, that is,

of put-togetherness, professionalism,

a lawn we can hope

can seem greener

to those

looking on

from the other

side)

of course even this hope seems fleeting

most times, we're quick

to tear it from carelessly from its stem

(it seems, only children can wholeheartedly appreciate

its little gift, unexpected blossom, 

as beauty

at the age before

they've been adamantly instructed

by everyone else

how beauty should be defined)

other times, we make a point

to rip its roots out

from our earthly foundation

(we know not what we do)

bothered by the way

the yellow specks

clutter 

our pristine

 presentation

of the flawless
green
we aspire
to be

the specks of sunshine

wonder, and grace

are fleeting

before you know it

its dried out

without petals

and youre left

with the cluster

of jaded

brittle

seeds

of

ideas

(that you once had the courage

to admit, 

belonged

to you)

 

and it only takes

one wish

to send them off

 carrying even

the weight

of our

dried out

dreams

in a flight

of feathery

angel's

wings

...hope

take off

into

the air

seemingly disappears

in search

for a new

beginning

 ---

...even if it's only in secret,

please, let me pray for you.