in which a rose flowers

Rattling and shaking

a clanging windgust

caught our nightmares

and pegged them out to dry.

But red woke my day

a single sonnet

on a garden stem,

the fragrant wordplay

of an untold tale

thrown from the buds

of wilderness windscribes

 

 

 

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