who watches a
rose
die?
how the petals
droop from the
center & wilt
slowly around the
edges;
how the color
retreats from
blood crimson;
shape stiffens, rippling
like
cardboard.
& life melts down
ward towards
earth; leaves falling
away; stems turning
wooden &
brown;
blossoms hiding in the
roots, to flower in
repeating
time.
& we humans,
how do we
die?
our arteries
harden, our
spirits
fly.