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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.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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