The rain falls
pitter pat, pitter pat
the flowers bend
to sleep against the arbor
pinks and reds; petals
piter pat, pitter, pat
they lean against the arbor.
Tomorrow they'll ascend.
What it is to bloom
to gently explode
to unfold
Unfurled, no longer green
or compact or warm or safe
Do they know of what they were?
Full of possibility
and small
like raindrops
pitter pat
pitter pat
pitter pat
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