dandelion hair

i'm here to tell 
you all of my
dandelion wishes 
& that way i won't
have to ever know
if they'll come true or
not-- 
a secret is the kind of 
thing that bites
a hole in your pocket--
it rests the size
of a dime 
or jupiter--
a gas planet full of 
red eyes & storms--
does it count if
your brother helps
you blow off
all the seeds?
& where do they
go to hide themselves
where their wish-bodies
can take root
& grow more wishes
for more little 
boys with 
knee-hole jeans
there will be more--
there will always be
more heads to
wish on--
hold me by the neck--
the way you would a 
de-thorned rose--
blew my hair
off into
the back yard 
i'll grow--i'll grow
i'll grow wishes 
the size of evergreen trees
& laugh golden & everyone
will have believed that
i was a flower 
or a great planet
yanking moons
from the cosmos
& keeping them in my
pocket-- heavy as 
a handful of dimes
when i was little i
used to wish on the 
dandelions that
god would 
show himself to me--
i told him that he could
be anything--
a morning dove-- 
a fast gust of
wind--
in church i would look
at the oil wick flicker
of the candles 
& i would ask him
to blow them 
out-- blow out the fires 
for me
to blow the storms
off the forehead of jupiter
& god laughed the lawn 
full of dandelions
so that i could 
keep wishing--
god sat under the street
lamp outside on
the curb &
he  spoke a language 
spun only by august nights--
he spoke into my window
& left the glass
foggy--
i drew a heart
in the mist--
oh & then when i was
older-- when i was 
older enough 
to love you
i blew the faces off
dandelions 
to ask if we could
hold onto
each other's hair 
& even as  
i asked i saw you
turning-- 
cheeks flushing white--
we will all inevitably 
turn back into wishes--
grow wild &
fearless & yellow
in our parents backyards 
the wind comes &
the wind comes off
jupiter--
a jingling handful of
moons in its pocket
she is so full of
secrets that
we'll all lose our hair--
wish hard on 
every strand --
sit down with me--
lay under the warmth
of the street lamps--
i want to tell you 
all my dandelion
wishes--
you don't have to tell
me yours 
but if you did 
i would listen
& keep them from 
blowing away
in the wind 
shape in my pocket
your strands 
of yellow hair
& the solar system