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The Winter Rose from Peeling the moon: a suite of poems by Judith Kerman   |
take it home long-stemmed hothouse pink and orange one flesh with paper, spun sugar wax the old lady five houses down had a garden full roses, gladioli currant bushes grape arbor a little lath shed large green spiders made me hesitate to pick flowers: I stole currants my mother made me apologize my first recital no one brought me flowers when I cried someone found a scraggly bunch of roses somewhere I could buy a hothouse rose tomorrow 19 January guaranteed to wilt like something with a spell on it not the rose for my hunger ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously published and copyrighted in Valley #2 |
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