They never predict
To be dried out by
the sun,
Willing to continue
to stay
So that we can say
I love you,
Like breathing of life,
That greets
ceremony of
Performance, over
time
And time again.
This afternoon I
love you
As the latest
whispers
Gliding over touch
of petals
Glittering
raindrops like
Ornament ring that
we discover
To exist on promises
and feeling.
