There's a rose growing
on Lydick Way
behind an
old Mustang

against a
wooden fence
and a stump
where the
cherry tree fell
when the winter
hit us hard

it couldn't hold the weight, my love

there's a rose growing
without tending to
without a nurturing hand
without someone there to
dead head it

there's a shadow there
from the yellow
house across the street

and when the moon
is full
your silhouette is blue

Moon or sun and
rose or ****
I'd carry all of your burden,
all of your weight,
nurture you, Rose,
if I could.