We walk
through hedge pebbles
shaking off the cold
Arms prickle with
this new-found heat

Last year’s dandelions
release their velvet
seeds to the wind
We kiss the
white faerie wisps
off our fingertips
We walk
through hedge pebbles
shaking off the cold
Arms prickle with
this new-found heat

Last year’s dandelions
release their velvet
seeds to the wind
We kiss the
white faerie wisps
off our fingertips
Liz Axelrod, MFA

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