An entire island near

the end or beginning, and

Christina recalled making

wishes and blowing out

dandelions.

            She and Katy

and Kim and I plucked every

one, all our wishes flying,

drifting among the sharp

grasses, lost on the asphalt

deserts, so many

                            we started

aiming the seeds at each other,

hoping to stick

                             our dreams

on each other’s skins, caught

in our hair,

             our eyes, driving

our hopes so

                          our mouths

almost sore.

              Up to Merrill Hall

I showed them how to snap

a dandelion in the neck

to watch its whole head bell

curve up and out.

Jared Pearce grew up in California and now lives in Iowa. Website: https://jaredpearcepoetry.weebly.com.