“Wishes”

When I wish on dandelions I wish for  you: each fuzzy
seed floating away a blown kiss;
a promise I wish I had made and kept.

Later on those stinking weeds grow to haunt me

and under the guise of a perfect lawn, I attempt to rid the yard of them:
poison upon poison, needing so badly a kill:
their yellow faces staring up at me
and forcing me to remember.