Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Rose Garden

                   (true story)

years have passed
since our leave-taking
from the old property
but here I am still grieving
over the garden I planted
bearing bravely the thorns
of fifty-five rose bushes
as if they were a poem each
talking the language of love

such risky business
on my heart,
the work of a masochist, since
a year after our move,
I recoiled in horror
when I heard from
an old neighbor about the
new backyard pool where
the rose garden stood


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Prompt: April 21—flower