flickering wick

fractured flowers are
blown from your hands,
leaving the corpus to
fall on wistful fields.

the smell lingers
in your memory,
a flickering wick like
eyelashes and dandelions,

fields of wishes in
your field of vision,
you don't know if it's
the eyelash or dust

that causes your eyes
to water - make a wish,
blow it out with waves
of clapper clashing

a/n: to b on her birthday