Revisionist Poetry – “Gutter Lessons” – Ephemeral, v.3

fluff on a gust —
a child’s laugh, a crack in pavement,
Taraxacum staking a claim.

gold pinwheels, two days of sun,
then a wind that writes the story thin.
seeds hitch rides on shoe and storm,
a small diaspora of stubborn hope.

Here the moral: watch the crumb
that becomes a map.