Loneliness, Part IV

A single dandelion parasol lifts from a puff in the dry grasses of a meadow and floats away into a cloudless sky.  The solitary parasol continues lifting skyward, unnoticed by the songbirds that acrobat along the nearby fences or the hawks spiraling upward in late morning thermals.  At the very place where the hawks veer away to scour the landscapes below, the parasol dissolves against the sun without a whisper.

--Mitchell Hegman