Roses
ROSES
dead of winter
poor rose bush
empty branches
but it pricks me when i pass
just sleeping it says
my son asks
where do roses go in winter
for once i can answer
why to pasadena son
to the rose parade
rose
at fifty she was long gone
she’d pass a flower shop
but at the liquor store make a stop
where she’d pick four roses
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2015
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