how does the shadow fall on the rose
without it breaking
does anyone know
has anyone weighed this against all circumstance
chance that can come to any one of us
who are roses too in our way
stars in a manner of speaking mottled yet shining.
this bit of clay we are with God imbued
oh that we would resolve melt into dew
poor Hamlet cried.
but here we are in our rose rationales
still living.
of such fragility a gust of wind could kill us.
but it hasn't yet.
mary angela douglas 30 october 2019
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