Kaitlyn Elkins

You know how you lost her:
letter by letter.

The poem of her unlaced;
like a chain of dandelions you whispered to,
blew away their tiny parachutes. Early,
too early. Not even in time to meet the honey bees.
And some of them flew, found a spring.

Walk through the meadow, dear;
wonder which were yours.


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