a single rose – or
the slender glass
cylinder
holding it - or
the tiny yellow orange buds
of miniature roses standing
side by side - now
three aging flowers
cut from our front yard
held in that same three inch
diameter perfectly round
eight inch container.
It soars
proud
clear
resilient
radiant
in the brilliant
morning light
of this crisp fall day
in Brooklyn.
Love is -
seeing it
smelling it
knowing it
moment by moment
breathing it in
breathing it in
holding on to the vision
as long as you can
like a child
gripping a special toy – a bear, a blanket.
Love is -
recognizing that joy
as we walk down the long tunnel
of understanding nothing.
Doug Claybourne aka J.E. Dorsey – for Sam Hamill
Copyright © 2011. Doug Claybourne. All Rights Reserved.
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