XII (the hanged man)

i am the last seed on the dandelion.

lips round blowing me away 

to the opposite end of the world i knew.

i am afraid to let go.

they take another breath and fill their cheeks.

i know what i must do.

they exhale,

i inhale, 

eyes closed, 


Published by Robin

Poetry author from Pennsylvania

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