• here kneels a Rose.
    too timid to stand, too proud to lie.
    only a dusty red is she. tall?
    no.
    but who wants a tall rose? they have more thorns.

    here becomes a Rose,
    moreso a dandelion in her spirit.
    pretty? too big a word. beautiful?
    too small.
    cower, Rose. jealousy would have you a target.

    a Rose,
    ripe in birdsong.
    the day breath was lost was the day i began watching you through these jewels.