Flowering Fade
It happens so subtly at first,
a slight discoloration or sigh,
a bowing to gravities’ entrance
that before was unnoticed.
The hectic doing-ness of days,
trade’s blurring to and fro,
makes flowering fade faster
than plunging cliff waters.
A tight bouquet of possibility
incrementally shifting, loosening
to time’s vulnerable sway,
shaking beauties’ hand farewell
as falling petals hush
to deconstruct another phase.
ky li
2.8.16/8:58am
©2016 Tortuga Press
