petals

petals like a flower like flowers with petals reluctant to thrust forward as if perhaps they know the world isn’t ready for their magnificence he is like a flower he is the careening harmonica wistful and full of whim he is the closed petals does he know when i was small i would peel back the petals with impatience, wanting to tell the chrysalis that i was ready for its magnificence i have always had trouble understanding nature understanding reluctance that slow process of unfolding petals