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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Petal Has No Seed I saw a petal fall for thee A petal fall And you were in time with season I then saw a world of petals falling Without confusing rhyme with reasons; surrounding the orchard ground from the high branching circle of each fruit treed sky All about their pink and white moisture was moving down Now you may laugh less of a lover. I did discover; in and out and too to one another Clinging around the seconds of touch Their excitement was even enough to let one's breath be the sound Yet thought to wonder is fastest When one watches the self Run up to step down time As music winds a leasure While what is incredably hard Is called floating when It's won To disappear like light without the slightest form of a figures becomes "life is sweet" become "mind at large" During the days after the blossoms of spring When late summer flowers tilt toward... the petals of their own past with the trees gift back to Earth as body abstract of a sunken sky; they bend back their tight twigs Against the beneath beyond... nothing that lasts that does As it remains the place that will always exist between our seperation

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Falling petals become a meditation on touch, seasonal beauty, and the painful endurance of separation within a world that keeps shedding itself.

The poem begins in delicacy, with one petal for one beloved, then widens into an orchard where blossom-fall becomes almost total atmosphere. That abundance is tender but also fleeting, and the speaker keeps testing how love, breath, music, and wonder survive inside constant decline. By the end, late flowers bend toward their own past, and the space between two people is described as something both empty and permanent.

Claude

'The Petal Has No Seed': 'I saw a petal fall / for thee' widens to 'a world of petals falling' over an orchard, then to late summer flowers tilting 'toward... / the petals of their own past', ending that the space 'between our seperation' 'remains the place that will always exist'.

The poem starts at one petal for one beloved and lets the falling become total atmosphere, an orchard 'Without confusing rhyme with reasons'. Falling is treated not as love's failure but as its actual grammar: what two people share is exactly the geometry of descent and 'the seconds of touch'. The scare-quoted 'life is sweet' and 'mind at large' are cliches the poem knowingly handles rather than endorses. By the close, the late flowers bend back 'toward the petals of their own past', and separation is redefined as a permanent place rather than an absence - the poem's refusal of reunion as the only valid ending. Source spellings 'seperation', 'destany', 'incredably', 'leasure' are preserved as written.