Dandelion Clock
April 26th, 2007
These nights when the heart
chews its own leg.
No beartrap
but what I’ve built myself.
Scurry away from the mirror,
find a knife, block of wood,
whittle more masks.
Now wait.
Wait for that palm to cup you,
carry you to some new blue field,
set you there to burst apart
like a dandelion clock.
