Five Roses
by Debashish Haar
Five roses and ten stems,
Billions in refuge,
Thorns ripping flesh
As the basket stays afloat,
Standing on the horns of blue.
Stems are dry and have blight,
So grafted and recycled.
Roses stay and bloom—
Bees and butterflies
Market their scent in globes.
Roses stay and bloom!
Changes the whorl and hue,
One replaced, three added—
Yet same flesh they rip apart—
Stems bleed of colorless blood!
volume 10(6)
This poem is copyright © 2004,
Debashish Haar, all rights reserved.
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