Rose Petal

The magnificant red moves along the green
forgotten world and prance up stairs and lovers
smiling as they frolic in the wind
passing the broken
crying and deluted
pitiful and remote
picked one by one
"does he love me"
frantic cries
but all it sees is its movement
like swift ballroom dancing
it moves to the rhythm of a beat
thats not in play
without a single care
of what its passing by.