Single

A pink rose petal fell

Two edges curled, forming a point

It blew past, just heavy enough to catch on the patio’s rough slab, then tumble

Crumple, tear

.

Of course, it reminded me of you

Carried on life’s breeze

On your unsteady path

Head over heels, then flat on your face

And all possible positions in between

Crucified by lust

Pinned by regret

Speared by grief

.

CLP  30th June 2019

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité