Collecting dandelion quotes
Reflections on the other side of the water, quietly admiring themselves
The scattered blossoms, once lush, now withered in an instant
The wind carries out their white umbrellas
As if tied to tiny little letters
As if I have déjà vu with them
A gentle touch, and they seem about to collapse
Shattering, as if among a field of countless flowers
I don't know the language of dandelions
Or perhaps they, deflating, release their offspring
Memories of the past
I have plucked many dandelions before
I pluck another
And gently blow it toward the river's far shore
Perhaps
I can plant within it what I've sent with the breeze