Young limbs dangle then yank
dandelions at their stems;
roots too strong to disengage.
She almost dances
blows seeds into the breeze
warmed with summer.
Long legs tangle in a weave
as she scatters wishes
to unseen winds.
Her juvenile face displays
no trace of a smile
to match the hop-skip of feet.
Suddenly she stops
ponders before a sign
then kicks the bright orange SOLD.
Then just as quick
slim legs bound up stairs.
Home.
© 1999 Joanne Elliott
