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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
by W
I know
what happened to a dream.
It was diffused, not deferred, it was a silver dandelion
that blew away in a spider web and sprinkled
its dream pollen on ground and on grass and caught
in long hair and landed in the wondering eyes of small children.
People once thought it would melt in the sunlight.
It grew into fields full of stars.
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This is this week's submission to the Commuter. Whitney's stuff is always so dreamy, isn't it?
I know
what happened to a dream.
It was diffused, not deferred, it was a silver dandelion
that blew away in a spider web and sprinkled
its dream pollen on ground and on grass and caught
in long hair and landed in the wondering eyes of small children.
People once thought it would melt in the sunlight.
It grew into fields full of stars.
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This is this week's submission to the Commuter. Whitney's stuff is always so dreamy, isn't it?
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