letters and flowers

the chance of a chyrsanthemum
unfolding
has the same chaotic probability
as something nuclear
but we mean here
the gyrations of the nucleus
and not the flash-bang of inhuman Death.

someone once told me
not to send out letters to strangers
because they would come back strange
if at all
so I argued
that it was a more succinct way
of watching the wind of the socius
blow through the small vents in my home

but really what i argued
is that people needed love somehow
that they couldn't get
and what could be less threatening
and more Romantic
than the old ways
of sending letters
between two ships on their passages
through the steel woven Miasma
of all that remains Unknown.

i got some back,
little flowers unfolding
in there known three part ways,
some lead to great and horrible
new adventures
while others remained limp
on my clothesline
after their authors had fallen into some sea
to sad to even write about here,
all those hearts and beautiful eyes closing shut
with a thump

i could tell you
listener
about when the letters themselves died

should I?