Excerpt from “The Dreamers”

I want to be a dreamer

because sometimes when I wish on dandelions

I don’t blow every seed off with one breath

and sometimes when I smile

it’s because I have to

and sometimes when I see a rainbow

I’m still mad that it rained

and sometimes I whisper to the wind as it kisses my face

and I tell it that I don’t know if I can do this

and it replies in that quiet voice wind has

that even with the winter

lilacs always bloom in the spring

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