On the street it lay a rose
Beautiful deepest red
On the path it lay
Just the head
I wonder is it there
As a result of a lovers
Tiff?
Or maybe it fell when
A couple caught in a shower
ran for shelter.
People walking past
gave it a wide berth
as if it held some form of curse.
I felt like picking it up
Taking it home
Put it in a cup,
but then it occurred
that rose's like all flowers
should stay on the stay
on the stem,
I know no better way
To admire them.
So there it lay
The mystery rose,
Lying in the street
A mystery in repose.
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