Silly Thoughts
She spies dandelion tufts floating free
atop a summer breeze, spreading their seed.
And she whispers, "If only that were me,"
jittery feelings, longing to be freed.
She's supposed to be married in July,
and yet, she's not so sure she wants to be.
And dreams she's a cloud, drifting in the sky,
untethered from earthly reality.
She's seen dandelions age and turn white,
as time drains their yellow color away.
And it appears to happen overnight,
making her reflect on her wedding day.
But she soon puts aside such silly thoughts,
which tend to tie her stomach into knots.
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