Feathery

Seed of a dandelion

She clung onto the sleeve

light and gentle

with minimal existence


She grew up under the moonlight

face so pale

she needs no acknowledgement

no attention

no name to be given

but for a sleeve to cling on

so she travels

see the world

and at the right circumstances maybe

to drop and grow roots

to start a cycle of life


She was supposed to tail the wind

not on humans

anthropochory might crush her

mild build

not autochory,

allochory by nature

no animals

but humans

handing her life to such stand

how rash she was

for a delicate flower




thirty seven hours was how it was measured

in human time

she got in contact

on a sweater

a dirt brown fuzzy looking knit piece

she was brought to a land of steel

concrete

no source to begin with



he brushed her off

from the sleeve

to tear her feathery pappus

an intense electric emission

too short for the comfort of agony

even for the lifespan of a flower seed



nobody gets to fathom a human's heart

she was told by the trees

her ignorance couldn't save her fascination

her construction of reality

it crushed her in return






as she dissolves into waste

her last thoughts were engaged

of what's left







"brushed off your sleeve I was



I've loved you for my eternity



alas, my wish has been granted,



love"