Tender, timid, untouched petals
huddled side by side
Fearful of the unfurl
Or falling under stride
Growing stronger silently
under the sun’s gentle hand
Braving a peek, a stretching forth:
Petals trust before they expand.
A moment of gray
tents the sky, west to east,
A tiny moment alone
with an unknown beast:
The wind stampedes
Pounding his chest
Grabbing the throat
Of the flower at rest
“Bloom!” he thunders, “Bloom now!
Your bloom creates your space!”
Shaking her petals open
to expose her childish face
Endlessly the wind chides
To bloom a different way
So she stretches back and forth
Bending against the sway
Lost and fallen petals
blown apart, out of vision,
crushed spaces and voices-
“Why?” she asks the wind
and he replies,
“The fault here lies
entirely on your stem.”
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