(11/30) The Wishing Flower

The Prompt for day 11: write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.


When
I was 
a child,
my backyard 
was home
to a field of 
wishing flowers.

I 
would
occasionally   
grab one,
close my eyes,
quietly mouth a wish
then gently 
blow the words
onto it hoping 
the propelled seeds
would parachute
their way
to fruition.



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