September
A Work in Progress
75
A petal gently fell from a blossom
as if parachuting to the ground
without sound
not like an apple thudding from above
through viscous air scented with a sea breeze
of salt and seaweed
not like the screech of a guided missile
the frightening wail of a diving Stuka
the bang of a bazooka
A dahlia petal fell
He watched it fall in silence
then turned to the problems of the day
Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
2025
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