Friday, December 16, 2011

if I were only as brilliant as William Carlos Williams


I ran after you
threw 4 dollars
into the rose bushes


waiting to see if you came back
I went back outside
to pick them up gently


yet, I pricked my finger
on one beautiful bloom


one thorn
one single blood drop
rolling down my finger


moments later
one single tear drop
rolling down my cheek


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