In twelve seasons we ascribed
to a notion that one snowflake would melt
on both of our cheeks as the same
rain drop
falling out of two ominous skies
into our outstretched hands
turned over
onto two leaves fallen from two trees
to become the Earth and fertilize one flower.
Yet, our seasons come and go together now
we’re
together now:
our cheeks protect the other from tyrannical flakes
as our hands clasp each others to stay safe from rain
no turning over, backflipping poisonous moisture
to the autumn leaves
we need no flowers now, our bud has blossomed.
Why do we still need dead petals around
open mouths, rosy faces sublime with consummation?
Why do we still need dead petals around?
Because
we need a new season
a
new precipitation.
Participation, recreation, seasonal consummation.
-Grant Durando
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