Rose Talk

Conversation soothed the thorns

Of day, words buttressed with grit

Grew bold as talk turned to infinity

Non-existent. Air, poor soil, drought

These nothings become scents of rose

Talk all flourishing flush. How

Solid the sentences, brave bush,

Soft silk petals disguising toughness

Bred to thrive. I try to emulate

Such perseverance, knowledge

Maybe insubstantial though the bud

Is strong,  breathing chat,

Drinking lines, producing a fruit

Of ideas for an evening of calm.

 

 

 

 

 

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