A Y e l l o w Rose
herself, the color of light
petals are chords
fallen just so over her throat
winded, winded first love
storm was serendipitous
her scent spilled last night's darkness
waiting in rain's spray
like I saw in someone else's flaxen hair
her stem grows more long i n g
for the sun to go down to her.
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