In the road
fallen, before us
a broken rose
picked probably
yesterday, then forgotten
A deep rich color
of blood red, burgundy
lying there, discarded
out of place on the blacktop
Bending down, required
cupping shattered petals
the crushed bloom
still beautiful
Limp petals, cradled in my hand
bending, folding, swaying
in the breath of the wind
like a shear silk
a softness against my skin
Putting the rose gently
in a glass of water
floating now, effortlessly
as if it was gossamer
or made of living paper
Edited April 27, 2013
“Blood Red Burgundy – v3
Edited April 24, 2013
“Blood Red Burgundy – v2”
June 8, 2010
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