is a rosebud
long stemmed and vanity thorned
in a blue or glass vase posing
rose moan, trembles loafing,
its brown lipped petals forage
nostalgically, regrets for forgetting
the scars of artifice
defiant with a bruised swagger
there, right there, is a rose waiting
for you to compose it beautiful
here, on the front porch or balcony,
is a plastic rose placed careful,
pretending roseness is a perspective
about and abounds your willingness
when does a rose exact clarity
when are its ideas accidental
self-pitying is self imposed
for a self doubting rose in repose
it is an embarrassing occupation
this correcting of your memories
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