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the rosebush
planted by the creek
has flourished on its own –
from where we were
I’ve wandered back
across the years alone –

to wait for you
(I knew you’d come)
how sweet
these ties (to bind)
~ a field
of budding clover
a place untouched by time

tho I won’t tell –
I will not trade
let the truth go down with me
til I am buried
white (imperfect)
beneath the evergreens

again to writhe –
in slumber’s lair
uncertain what life means
e’er silence
taint my eager lips
and roses steal
my dreams