Day 293: As the Flower Petals Fall

As the flower petals fall I can see her reflection

Amber curves make their way down to green pools

Seas lost in torrents, sirens at bay on her brow

That grin could melt the sun

I see my face painted on every yellow petal

Picked from the stem by my own fingers

Desperate to know the truth behind the pollen

Does she or does she not

The moon rises as the last few petals hang onto life

The stem already severed from earth

When I’m done counting the ways in which it all could have gone right

Perhaps I’ll grab another flower and take my chances