tumbleweed or dandelion

i hum like a dusty, acoustic guitar,

i can dance like a bird on a branch,

and i don’t let a fly crawl up my leg.

am i a tumbleweed or a dandelion?

am i out of my chrysalis yet? could you be bitter to something born yesterday?

(you smiled at me like the last solar eclipse. you could never laugh with me because i laughed too loud.)