dear friends, my darling friends…

a train going off its tracks. 

only to be lifted by the faces of dandelions that have been by side from dawn to dusk.
a tour guide through the pastures.
dandelions.
a weed.
a weed that school girls make wishes upon.
yellow pollen, rub off on me the way you paint the bottom of new shoes into sunshine.
a homeless mans only source of a bouquet. 
 
a train went off its tracks
but the dandelions provided something for the school girl to wish upon.

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