I am a dandelion
fluttering not far
bumped against the poppy flower at the border.
those scarlet petals
reminding me of lovers' cheeks
so close to me; blowing
at each other, against each other, sowing.
door frame destroys the wind
wind slows me down in a madhouse
again those scarlet cheeks.
observing conversations among spouting eyes
dialogue dropping one after another
shattered into love.