Dying roses

by Kyle Cavanagh   Sep 4, 2008


Tall and withered flower,
browned papery petal,
skinny twelve inch stem,
in a yard full of metal,

metal slightly rusted,
water responsible for that,
that what rust the metal,
keeps the rose from dying flat,

yet the metal chokes the rose,
slowly cutting the wood,
rust slowly killing the flower,
it would run if it could,

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