She heard the wind as he whispered into her blossoms;
the flower – inquired – what do you want?
He caressed her – nothing, I just like you.
But the wind intensified;
the flower – still, she would thrust herself into his arms.
He blew – I just want to be with you.
The first droplets advised her
of an imminent storm;
the flower – her petals were falling off.
He squalled – get lost!
Then the wind subsided;
the flower – in vain did she seek the sun.
He had fallen silent.
And last, the wind blew away;
and the flower?
The Wind and the Flower © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Vítr a květina", written in 2000, edited in 2021