Rose by the Porch | Georgia Tiffany

What is this he asks
me to do?
The last rose
has one startled view of
my face all at once
stiffened by the coming
frost. October
changes the way sun
slips across the stoop,
the rhetoric.
Twin blades of the
garden shears glint
in my hand.


Taken from the 1989 issue of The Wire harp.

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