Submitted by Willie Smith
Dandelion fluff,
dandled on a breeze,
toys a bit with my nose,
snapping me out of supposing
how today goes. A
cumulus
bites the sun,
shades the pavement,
cools the air, while
the fluff floats off
to where I fail to care,
now I, stopped,
care but to recall
what it was I was
today to do.
Photo credit: Edward Hopper – Clamdigger
Vita Brevis Press. 
Lovely bit of fluff 🙂 And great choice of illustration!
Jane: Thanks kindly for the fluff puff!
Your words made me feel dreamy and relaxed, as I sit here pondering, what am I to do today..
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