Monday, October 3, 2011

Rain falls--

rain falls
green creeps slowly into the water-starved plants
the pounding water cleanses
and death
from the wilting leaves
silently they lift and reach towards the clouded skies
and among the deadened leaves and sodden ground
in ugliness a small plant slowly reaches up and out
and raindrops glisten on a blossom
a spark of beauty in a place of abject filth
a little bud of carmine
perfectly shaped
and hesitantly opening
a glimmer of pearly water drops
on its beauty
a rose

(My dad made me plant my roses at the extreme end of the yard, next to the compost heap. Yep, elephants are nowhere in it when it comes to remembering stuff that made me mad.)

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