In Praise of Fallen Stars

Who knows anymore when seeds

Were planted or how they got

Nurtured with such care for so long

Roots of kindred spirits reach deeply

Tangling underground thirsty 

Hungry 

Needy 

Before pushing buds through warm wet earth

To explode into blossoms that

Smile at sun

Flirt with light

Their beauty attracts suitors

Who infatuate over matured bodies

Objectifying them and removing them

From soil

From mother / father earth

When flowers are cut and gathered into bouquets

Time and gravity eventually makes fallen stars

One by one single blooms drop

To their ultimate demise

Some splayed for days

Splayed like stars dropped from their orbit

Splattered into patterns of disconnected

Petals gone prodigal with no plans for

Returning home

No ambition

No interest

Fallen petals are not dead tissue

They are organic cosmic stuff

In search of new life in another orbit

There is always somewhere else to go

So they pray to ancestor cells 

Not going quietly into demise