Fruit

We take our time to consider keys
the fortune of the most personal kind
coincidental masterpieces flown in by storm
chaotic resolve of the mind
We take our days sipping what elucidation
that eases through our spirits in tides

A pressing moment forms, at moments of recede
we tell tarry to pick its sides
We come to points, pointedly armed
with needles unbent on foes
Explosion to depths-- phasing out sundries
points open in blossoming rose

Cradled rose holding
until it is too much
then ceremony shreds the rose
to druss

We take our time to consider the petals
Falling, Swelling in the visceral sea
coincidental masterpieces flown away by storm
collective foraging of We