DAISY PETALS

as a child
I plucked the petals
he loves me
he loves me not
most often for a nameless he
the stem discarded
for the next game

then he had a name
for today
this week
maybe a whole month
he loves me
he loves me not
beautiful scattered petals

and then he came
the petals remained a full flower
I knew he loved me
never considered he loved me not
flowers picked
and given
a bouquet

flowers fade
neglect
simple time passing
the petals fall
mocking asking
he loves me
he loves me not

no longer a game of even or odd petals
discarding a bloomless stem for a prettier one
fallen, he loves me
plucked, he loves me not
an entire bouquet
endless
speculation

until I stop picking
stop throwing petals to the wind
cultivate the soil
root deeply
trust in fallow times and harvest
he loves me
when not picked apart

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