laura thomas //

Discovering Strength Through Vulnerability


I picked the fluff of a milkweed pod

and held the seeds tightly in my hands.

Whispering to them my deepest wish,

I blew them from my cupped hand.


The two feathery white clumps,

like spun candy,

sailed in two directions.


One clump landed on the pavement.

The other, high in a tree.

Neither able to seed.


Perhaps the wind might blow them

into the grass.

Or perhaps they’ll stay,

growing stale and brittle.


Either way, there will bloom anew

more milkweeds

in seasons to come.


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