i want
to be a dandelion
cracking through the asphalt
yellow sun in black hole
radiating mischievous power
i want
to grow old and gray
standing tall, knowing
the wonders of morning and night
whistling in the wind
i want
to die quietly on the breeze
sowing future promise lightly
exploding supernovae into space
little yellow suns between the cracks

(previously published by Moon Pigeon Press)