By angelcita
Date: 8 February 2000

was it ever there?

	

	in my palm
	the soft fuzz
	from a dandelion
	swept up and gliding
	in the wind.
	i caught it.
	it will be gone soon,
	escaping to leave
	a tender sensation on my skin.
	the last kiss of summer
	a searing fragile memory
	cradled
	and vanished.