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Dandelion

Your skin peels right off:
like a grape, you are shining and wet;
what will you become now,
flesh exposed to the air,
to the sun, earth, and sky? Catching a hawk’s wing,
you’ll burst through the cloud ceiling,
but the stars aren’t holes in some crystal sphere;
they are flames, so far away they’ll go out,
long before you reach them.