Why do roses suffer the liquid of our being
so much we've grown yet so little sown
regarding nature's story of pain.
And the beauty of the thorn seen in water
is made by the sight of its crown in blood.
The color is a match, hook, and tackle.
My liquid rose over the lips and was free
what I don't drink runs down my face
this better be where you find solace
after you stop deifying words peddled.
rjd, 2/2008
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