Look!
How the flowers do not shake from the tree,
can be still,
do not breathe,
cannot run,
do not leave,
but
just

 

 

fall.

Of anything,
or anyone,
I’d want to be just one of them,
have my life taken over
then
just wait on floors to
start
again
anew.

It doesn’t seem a challenge just to view –
from tilted windows
without rooms –
the way life brushes
next to you
with
no
zoom.

I want to be the quiet one,
the watching,
waiting,
wildest one,
the daisy-chain
withstanding rain,
feeling
no
pain.

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