Rose, how can I describe you when
English only has one word for pink
And you have two colors
Of blooms growing haphazardly
A foot above my head
Pale pastel pink and deep cerise
It doesn't make any sense
If one were grafted I would understand
As though ideas are bursting in your mind
Untranslatable
This morning you made me see
My neighborhood with new eyes
And I noticed for the first time
A patch of open sky between
The gated stairway and the roof.
si tu es ce que tu es*
8 years ago
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