Petal Dance

So many revolutions, now it's all turning up roses; Carousels of petals all dashing, dancing elegantly, grand uniformed masquerade, a duel with death keeping them stuck in their rhythmic momentum. To Jury and passerby a magnificent play, a charade a lone chess player moving both pawns from all table sides. Each turn and twirl of the billowy petal princess, useless as hiding from the spots with bedsheet drapes. The final victor already chosen, each piece is delicately cast aside and the naked rose releases what we knew all along. Before our next match, we look in the mirror. sweat dewed on forehead, a piece of hair falls loose.