accidentally right in the face
and watched its head explode
you thought it was snowing
didn’t you since those were
whitened petals drained of
all but the final remorse
which precedes the brown art
of letting it all go to hell
and we were falling after all
having tripped ourselves
again and reaching out
as if to love to save us
fell the heavier
for grasping thorns
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