To the dandelion i blew on by Rae Godfredsen ‘19

I think it was winter because I woke up too early on a Sunday morning, And felt the pastel melodies melt into their cage.

You drove me to see the pale green leaves. Riding through pink as we chased the fallen blue where our laughter shot up in the air

It eventually crashed like the pang we felt in our stomachs after we finished all 47 pieces of Halloween candy

We stopped to find the cloudy dandelions. I had time to blow only one wish, Watching lonely seeds find a new home –

Before the sky slammed into the sun and ashes fell like an infectious smile.

I don’t think my gray wish reached you. they say heat rises, which is why it got stuck, Withering above the fog with the clouds that can’t escape and the spoiled air I spent on you.