A perfect geometric whole,
Fragile,
Transparent,
Delicate,
Each exquisite piece that forms the circle,
Clinging tenaciously to a central point.
If I hold this up and blow,
Soft, so soft,
Each gossamer light seed,
Will carry on the wind,
And plant itself to create,
Initially,
A burst of sunshine yellow,
Oft maligned,
Which becomes another
Perfect geometric whole…