Saturday, February 10, 2018

Returned Valentine

To put death in its place
In the garden
Among the roses

As the only real flower in the world
That still maintains
Its mythological status
 
To wait for it to bloom
The rose of death
No mere dandelion
 
And to spend the time
In exultation and in pain
Praying for rain
 
Isn’t that what the gardener wanted
To come but not remain
When the roses return

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