Roses

Impossible to write roses.

 

(Windscribes from the past

have caught their scents

and sent them

to write themselves).

 

I rested

their jagged old claws

in water for over a week

in the nesting season

 

wise portia, adelaide

r. harisonii and friends

and here they are

 

as if they

understood that words

from the past

take root

and grow

though embellished

with thought

 

 

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