Exquisite Flaw

Torn petals
Seeds scattered in the wind
Unfurled like a wildfire
Like burning embers

Encased in a rib cage
A burning heart
The center is dark
Complex

Broken stamen like eyelashes
Wide eyed pupil
You are imperfect

Witnessing the death as spring fades to summer
Impermanence falling gracefully
Decaying

Bright orange stripped to yellow
Letting go of the light
So much broken beauty

No one mourns the slipping petals
the scarred leaves
We revel in the moment
In the color pasted on our retinas

Nature itself is a beautiful, broken order
Beginning to end
Efficient

A single beautiful, broken poppy
Called my name
and I answered
I spoke to every exquisite flaw.

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