Sunday, April 2, 2017

Rose’s Valentine

Not even quite enough light
In my narrow yard
To grow a rose past
A single season
But somehow the light there is
Makes a rose of a garden
With its requisite share of thorns
Because the rose is a desert flower
First constructed by layers
Of fire and raving light
Cooked to a boil and risen
To a froth through long nights
As if some alchemist once said
If you would see love
Look at this I made

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