Square Rose

Independence
Is the free fall of amber tenuous and pale autumn-leaves
Some of them fall for pink tulips in the squares
some fall in the hands of some theif winds
then get sold by old dealers
some go missing in foreign streets

Do ever independent leaves come back?
My pale leaf, hoping you fall into an elegant breeze’s hand

Dependence
is the thorned wreath around a square rose
is the clouds hair-lock holding the rays of the sun
Dependence
is your smile -the joy of our dusks

Here, neither dependence or independence matter
Freedom is ours
to smile
to unclench the monarch-butterfly in your lips
We are free
to kiss dancing fairies in the clouds

We are free to not worry about falling leaves too
Fluffy fairies in the sky can hold a hanging moon

Like a roseant halo around the moon!
and like the
swarm of warm kisses around your locket
freedom is yours to dance with your latched feet

Our elegant rose!
We are interdependent
If not,
Why are you dancing with heart in hand
amidst head-in-hand mob in the square?

We are interdependent angels
or else
why would a man turn into a statue
to hold a fallen leaf on his shoulder?

My holy rose, what limits your independence
that you get eyed to eye
with open-eyed sleeping hedges
What makes you depend on
getting mouth to mouth to the unkind winds?

We are interdependent beings
Soon the snow will fall
winter will lay its cold mattress beneath your slashed feet
the melting snow will lead you down the town’s sinks
You tell me,
Down in which sewer should I wait to rescue your frozen seeds?

Are you free enough to walk away?
Our brass bed is clean enough to heal our blood-stained bodies.
when we die too
The plumes of clouds heal our souls.