FIVE
The garden is full
crazy roses, not in a line
Wounds of earth fold to scar over their bounty:
a flag
a ring
a bone
Leaf clusters crowd a path that led somewhere long ago, now ending at the stone wall, ungated.
The garden is full
crazy roses, not in a line
Wounds of earth fold to scar over their bounty:
a flag
a ring
a bone
Leaf clusters crowd a path that led somewhere long ago, now ending at the stone wall, ungated.
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