April 20th 2018
The bones are old but the boy is not.
The boy has dreams but the bones do not.
We should have a dandelion festival, you and I.
Dress in our finest yellows and greens,
boldly expose ourselves
to the chilly spring air,
serve as a reminder
to those that walk above us
that the dirt is old and the center is hot,
that all’s born from dreams and impossible thoughts.