A wishweed.
Pressed tight between my fingers
Held onto my heart
I’m hanging above a creek
A thousand feet above
What seems like a fierce sea
A sea of my thoughts
Rocking between days and months
Of a calendar I seem to have lost
In my phone.

A wishweed.
Gripped tight
I blow off its filaments
Or tentacles
Something that they taught in biology.

A wishweed.
I close my eyes
As it rips apart taking a flight
Towards infinity
Spreading across its seeds
I hope it brings a new tomorrow.


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