Dandelion Duvet

In my world

there is a director
who leads me into a scripted scene
every day

A frog on a bicycle

has golden braids

I see effort

A rat in a car

raising its middle finger

I see anger

A dog out for a walk

wearing sunglasses

I see loneliness

A magpie pacing back and forth

smiling at me

I see kindness

Two roosters

stroking a plump, soft caterpillar

I see longing

…
An iridescent butterfly

passes through sunlit droplets

then touches down on a dandelion

If she could

she would gather all the dandelions in the forest

make them into a soft duvet 

and hold her lover close

in the night

2026.01.03