one breath, one flower

sometimes,
it takes
just one breath,
to take your breath away,


sometimes,
it takes
just one breath,
to see one lone rose
holding her own -
her petals
her thorns,
and leaves
green and withered,
as she stands
in the halo
of her own strength,
unfrazzled
by the walls
cornering her
with their pompousness,


sometimes,
it takes
just one flower
resting
in her quiet fullness,
to speak
of an undying beauty
and one soul breath
of irrevocable abundance.