cracking with the gusts.
Now a red balloon,
rising upon dreams.
No longer a solitary tumbleweed,
careening down empty streets.
Now a golden blade,
sashaying with the prairie grasses.
No longer a dying dandelion,
flying to pieces at the lightest touch.
Now a bold daffodil,
-- No Longer by Ellen Grover
Reprinted with expressed permission of the poet. Thank you so much, Ellen!
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