In the millennium of a footstep are harbored
Like how girls ignore boys with
And shy smiles of unsure excitement!?
And how, really, blue’s monopoly of the sky is
simply a background for the gentle capillaries of green leaves.
But mostly, about how cradles are formed in the
projected day-shadows of the long-tipped swoosh
of your niece’s fingertips.
Later you will together farewell the seeds of a grandaddy dandelion.
With a-mortal eyes squeezed shut.