a packet of potential
my Daughters gift
following grandpa's advice

intended to show wind
where she found it
I don't know

this pod of milkweed
it sat on my dash
over time I watched

  It open

seeds lined up so neatly
as days passed on
delicate filaments broached

the seeds sought escape
with whispy white wings
ready for flight

then today with
both doors open
a blast of wind

and all that potential
took flight
dancing on air