Popping-Glad Roses
Popping-glad roses,
lipstick red,
watered in crystal vase,
small as the ledge
of a pond.
pondering
those blossoms, yet to be lit,
with their potential flames.
ruffled scent of glory
in their short-lived story.
three will croon, late-bloomers -
still cocooned.
bronze deer nods his head
in amen-annunciation -
the hourglass upends the pond
in existential happiness.
Nov 2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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