petal

moreandmore

this petal flips out, stretching west against the east
toward the settling sun, tomorrow and the dawn
the petal loves the softening of the light
the warmth and the comfort found
against the sunspot on the bark,
sheilded from the wind
always busting in and by from right
takes it's turn, to be the thing
that's real, aside from breath
and wasps that sting and pass on by.

the petal rests, relaxing
sunsets peel peach pink from blue
growing up is wretching
a most painful thing to do