Dandelion Running into lust or Running into love to the mailbox we go. Pulling out a credit card bill. I shove the mail in to my bag taking the underpass to the beach. Passing a woman on a bike. We both stop and she says. "How many flowers did you pick on the way to the beach?" "Just the mail and a dandelion." You made a wish. And the wish blossomed into a wave. Where do you want it to take you? Somewhere, Where I don't have to worry. Sitting on the shore. I watch my wave Roll in.