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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 vith 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 sumer flowers tilt towardsee 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' (first recension): long lyric on a petal fall for the addressee, ending on the idea of the place between separation.

The poem treats falling as the genuine grammar of love rather than its failure — petals fall, and what is shared is exactly that geometry. 'Life is sweet' and 'mind at large' arrive in scare-quotes as quotations of a cliché the poem is willing to use. The final image — the place that always exists between separation — is the poem's refusal of reunion as the only valid ending.