Wild Rose

My saltspray rose has blown in

Swept along with the waves of spring

Shaking off salt and desert dunes to bloom

In this dry drought land. I see wildness, not

Weed, I see an escapee from cultivated land’s

Beauty, a shore pear creating a shape to sea-dreams

In the backyard. A long slow reverie before work, I determine

To breathe rose until redundancy, leaving sand-prints on my desk.

 

 

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