Unique selling point

A poem by Jonathan Wooding

by Jonathan Wooding 21st August 2020

Fall of dregs-from-the-wine-vat petals:
unprogrammed, let’s say, or aleatory blossom.

The thought (today’s) is this: unique
selling point of religion is (still) holiness.

Petals in blood-spill asymmetry
make it more arduous for reason to prevail.

Stamens sift rich sand in timbre,
shock flakes are tumbled pumpkin.