I blew apart athousand dandelions buthe never came home
hope ephemeral
Realizationsrunning right through blood and veins…
We wish our wishesCome true soon enough, beforeJourney of life, ends
Stars and wells don’t care;You must make your own good luck.Get out there, and do.
“Feast?” said the missus Yes, nothing too ambitiousOne or two dishes
delighted to lightcandles; curated wisheswind blows out, not me