4.16.2008

By Any Other Name

The roses I attend
are hip to the hopes
I so dare to nourish;
buds of meaning
bloom and flourish
in my sacred garden.
The roses are hopeful
and blossom just
as I open up
to the supple pull
of two fools
             rushing in.

©2008 RA

2 comments:

Mima said...

Rather stunning, I have to admit.

Anonymous said...

wasn't that impressed