there is a let go

winds and dandelions

form a dance

that is intimate and unaware

at least on the winds part

but for the dandelion the winds caress

is craven

brings forth the spread

wings aloft

great beaks fluttering in the dark hours

stuttering with our fears

galloping hard on the wind that dances graces

the paper reads then that these fears

were tied into masks by these long ago people

and then danced and danced

shaking the wild weeds out

not leaving it to the caress of random drift

but purposeful strides on the earth’s barren back

legs twisting free the winds prowess

to shift and move and do away

with the fluttering wings that come in on the wind

in the cover of darkness in the cover of fear

and then grasp the fluff of the dandelion seed

lift up up let go

let it grow

far from here