THE ROSE AND HER MAN Poem by Anne Vegter

THE ROSE AND HER MAN



A man looked for his rose, sticking from his pocket.
Strange minutes both before and afterwards arose:

when the rose still bloomed and how she, stem and all,
slid down into his pocket. How the man still found her

and the rose she docked him.

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