One petal alone opens

A lone petal unfurls not a bloom, not a flower, no use to bees, as one decrepit. It's on its knees trying to please all alone. It's an echo of a question, yet to be asked. It's a pose, unpoised, unprompted. It's one eye, nose, or ear, in defaced mask. It's a one-handed clap, an air-kiss from poked puckered lips It's a hand-shake request never returned. a promise never spoken a swing never swung a trip never begun a tear shed in solitude a wave goodbye, never returned, It's a mantra or a musical note recited only once. All these are clones of of singularities, koan and kin.