Poem #4

I want to grow 

Not grow up 

But grow in the way a trees branches reach far from the trunk 

Grow in the way a flower blooms 

I want to shrink

Shrink so small people don’t notice me in the streets 

Shrink like a sweater in a dryer 

I want to shrink to the size of a spec of dust, and let the blow of the wind take me away