Blossom Puddles

I saw a pile of blossom petals
and sucked them into my lungs,
I blew them out as a shotgun unsettles
the dried up quietness of our tongues.

For a second I looked at this pile,
where each and every circle huddled
behind a wall whose cracks are a smile
and that’s when I thought of blossom puddles.

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