tree and roses
i see
an abundance of roses,
waiting for the tree that cannot move
to come to them;
they
climb-twist, wave-scent,
petal-plunge, dip-dance,
grow, grow…
oh, blow, speed, plant
these seeds there
around the tree
(that, or this, or any of these,
may grow more easily, and faster
than any tree!)
grace it with delicacy,
protect it, love it
with laughing thorns
that scratch and tickle
its deep-grooved bark;
that these sweet roses
may draw blood from any outside hand
that knows not the dance
of tree and roses.
poet, i love you;
i long for you, to hold
you and walk through
roses with you,
dripping lifeblood.
teach me.
Tia Azulay 20Oct95-22Mar07
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