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You walked towards me through jagged flowers a spiral of flying dandelion seeds kicked up from the long grass I’ve never seen them do that but it was such a clear day all that light and I said make a wish but you brushed them off your cuffs and said they’re only weeds they’ll come back again next summer only more so.

Oh I wanted to believe you but I wanted to say also that seeds are not simply heavy it’s the expectation drags them down despite our breath beneath their feathery umbrellas and the soil is a warm mouth hungry and always waiting but as there wasn't time for that I said don’t rush I wish I’d stood a little closer it wasn’t perfect but the rain was near and closing all the petals.

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Stevie Reeves is a trumpet playing poet interested in things musical, mechanical and transatlantic. Her poems have been published by Shoreham Wordfest and Walton Film Festival, and others commended in Mslexia Women’s Poetry Competition. She was runner up in Prole Pamphlet Competition.