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The flowers on this tree are all so pretty
colors and petals so neatly arranged



Their leaves bend down like rowing wings

floral sea turtles

or neatly-feathered birds pushing off into the air



They all live together





And when they fall, their whole round dish of pink meets the sidewalk
where I pick them up
and in my hand, their delicately soft yet structured form
rests gently limp across my fingers
exactly like a dead bird