i am a rose bush.
not just any
rose
bush;
but, rather,
a very special one.
i feel
the ocean's mist
as it blows
against
my leaves and petals.
i smell
the freshness
only the ocean's breeze
brings.
i am constant.
no minutes
or hours to crease
my memories.
i am a rose bush.
nothing more.
nothing less.
(2-10-1975)
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