Single dandelion seed
catches on my sweater,
tethering its breeze-bobbing fluff
at the end of a hair-thin stalk.
I admire its delicate elegance,
then reach for my phone to capture the image.
But it will not be detained.
In my moment of inattention, it departs.
Featherweight parasol floating away.
*This is a collaborative piece. My friend and housemate, Susanna Frusti, took these pictures the other day. When she showed them to me, I said, “I just wrote a little poem about a dandelion seed!” So we decided to pair them as a post.