Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Blood Red Burgundy

In the road
a broken rose
picked probably

A deep rich color
of blood red, burgundy
lying there,
out of place

Bending down,
cupping the petals
the crushed bloom
still beautiful

Limp petals
bending, folding
in the breath of the wind
like a shear silk
a softness of the skin

Putting the rose gently
in a glass of water
floating now, effortlessly
as if with no weight at all

June 8, 2010

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