Labyrinth of intersecting crossroads
The poetry of hands, 22

That which we call a rose


Thank you / New Jersey / Nov. 2007

Rose buds in many hues
Clipped and tossed on the trash pile
Rescued by a kind soul passing by
Brought to my door with
Raindrops still clinging to them
A sweet fragrance hangs in the air




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