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| Yellow Rose by David Wagner |
Willows spent all that day perched on the crust
of a coming rustle - mending, mending
Keeping several stitches beyond the unbearable
Refusing entrance to the unthinkable
Mending mending in the fever summer the
brittling petals on that last rose of summer
Mending, mending
before a premature piercing frost fell in icy sheaths
Rendering any charm powerless
Willow spent, all that day bent over her work
Needle flashing in the sunlight - drops of crimson blood
On soft fingertips
Until it was done
and there in the lowering shimmered sunslant
watched
that almost lost last rose of summer explode
in brilliant blossom as
Willows wept in sweet summer showers
