The Flower Petal

Part of the blossom or on the ground,
It still keeps busy with exchanges.

In bloom, it releases molecules,
Organic molecules, no longer

Themselves part of its life. On the ground,
Voracious littler lives ingest it,

Lifeless petal, in their liveliness.
Life’s a steady trade in lifelessness,

And gardener you are you should know this,
Troweling decomposing petals.

With every breath, you drag in something
Lifeless you convert to living flesh.

When breezes evaporate your sweat,
Living water leaves as lifeless wet.