This is a sweet sentiment about a random object from nature, put into a poem, from the very gifted Anna Mosca…
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I gather a petal
desolate on the
grass dabbled
driven away
by fierce water
outstretching it
minding the folds
between drops
the tired figure
the mind a dance
entertaining
a divested dancer
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Stumbling along the sidewalk 
Gordon hi, thank you for re blogging. Glad you like it!
My pleasure! Thanks for writing it!
Gordon