Twirling Dandelions

by Shome Dasgupta   Green and yellow—a sparked field where we taped four leaf clovers together, forgetting the meaning of living at home and pondering magical ways to steal ice cream from the pink and purple and blue truck coming around the turn— we run with our hands together. We run with pebbles in our palms, asking for the cheapest cardboard cups of vanilla with chocolate syrup. We