Old Roses and Summers
My life, then, hung like a
sun-yellow mobile that spun
in the heat as I flowed from
one end of summer to the other.
The songs on the radio were
my island. My life as a girl
in the years before fences
appears in memory slides,oses
dressed in the beaches of my
youth.
I grew from seeds to roses in
the ground of my childhood
summers. In the calendar of
my life as a young girl
every date prefigured you.
Day by day, in the years of
growing I bought, with the
barter of my soul, all the
heat and all the music.
Battened by the times before
you, strengthened by long
storms, hot suns, cold winds,
this, then is what I offer
you: deep beaches, thornworn
roses, summers that flow
from one end of your life
to the other.
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