Walking in the procession, I see roses
fall from a mezzanine ---
had their purchasée been slighted?
*Rough tumble with the wife perhaps?
Girlfriend who's seen her "prince" deknighted?
A child's impulsive toss?*
Women in the procession
reach out, ***** the breeze.
Some rose is trampled.
Between rush of feet,
I see them thornless, likely perennial ---
a hue that reminds one of injury.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
Walking in the procession, I see roses
fall from a mezzanine ---
had their purchasée been slighted?
*Rough tumble with the wife perhaps?
Girlfriend who's seen her "prince" deknighted?
A child's impulsive toss?*
Women in the procession
reach out, ***** the breeze.
Some rose is trampled.
Between rush of feet,
I see them thornless, likely perennial ---
a hue that reminds one of injury.
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