Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Future Rose Valentine

I stopped by to prune
the rose bush full
of dead heads and
to give it water the dark
house cold behind me
empty as a dead bird
leaves kicked against
the door and papers
blown in under the false
bird of paradise bush
the rosemary dead too
except for a few sprigs of blue
what we do now or don’t
becomes the natural world
the whole future of the rose

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