Confusion

(Sometimes) when confusion is the queen

The rose petals she scatters hesitate mid air and then change direction

floating to the side a little

not sure where to land

So she scoops them up again

quickly

and throws them up high

randomly

Down again fluttering pieces red and pink

Other and thither not bumping but not too far apart

A breath of air disturbs , almost chaos when confusion is queen

She like to laugh, not in cruel amusement but in a delight of sorts that control is lost and that chasing the petals is futile… but fun

and maybe , occasionally, they will land in a pattern 🥀🥀