White Roses
A Renga:
Midmorning sunlight
White roses climbing the fence
Next to the driveway
On a Saturday in May
A rooster pecks at the ground
"It's in the details,"
The lawyer looks at the case,
Sifting evidence
Of geological time
Displayed on the canyon walls
Snow on the ledges
Shadows rapidly lengthen
As days quickly pass
Her daughter is a stranger
With friends and views of her own
Light from the stained glass window
And candles of remembrance
Mingling with the sharp incense
And the sound of falling leaves
Rolling down the street
On his well-dented skateboard
Jumpng the high curb
Busy shoppers holding bags
Purchases from here and there
Moonlight can't compete
With the glow of the city
Or the internet
This is their first face to face
They first met in cyberspace
What will people read
From the books published today
Centuries from now?
"It really doesn't matter.
I know you didn't mean it."
The afternoon heat
Makes it hard to concentrate,
To apologize
At the fountain by the store
In the city's public square
There's a rainbow in the air
Between clouds of gray and white
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