One Petal
I watch at the last minute
a solitary petal falling
from the cracked bough
through thin glass of my window--
it rustles and soars way high
along a grappled wind,
sailng over the chilly vale .
It aligns with a hundred other petals,
all together waltzing in space.
Watching their unrehearsed dance
in glorious animation, a tear of awe
smudges my eyes.
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