I look at the four leaf clovers

and only get distracted

by the wildflowers.

You see nothing, but 3 leaf-clovers

So I look, and look.

I try to look at what you look,

but I can not see what you see.


As I try to tell you what I see,

you brush me off,

like a dandelion seed in a spring day.



As you move on, I pluck the 4 leaf clovers,

that were right under your

eyes.



But then and there,

the one leaf








falls










off

being with the dandelion,

the dandelion seed that floats in the air

in the spring breeze.

I pushed my way through that front door