For a Moment

For a moment 

dandelion seeds swirl 

like snow outside 

the train window; 

the train moving slowly 

past ragged embankments 

littered with foxgloves, 

fists of bracken, broken 

trees. Then an oncoming 

train huffs the seeds away.

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