Today I found a severed stem
of milkweed, with each pod ajar –
so, like a wand, I waved it high
to help the tufted seeds fly far.
And many sailed into the sky,
but others tangled in small trees,
and so I went to pluck them there
and fling them out onto the breeze.
Were I a seed snagged on a bough,
I'd want someone to set me free,
and have a chance to reach the earth
to thrive where I am meant to be.
November 2020
(from the book Longing For The Light by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
You wrapped it up well.
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