What the Roses Said

By Rasma Haidri ¶ Posted in POEMS ¶ Leave a comment

the gnarled
word
was once
green, it too
was newborn,
supple, straight,
kind
the kind
to have and to hold
but death
lay like a seed
in the bitter root

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