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Wild Roses

Overgrown by earth

I trust

the wild roses will re-emerge

overwhelm me with their fragrance

and petal pink color

birds nest, bodies pressed,

tongues mingle, hands holding water rest,


in June not July,

in evening not morning,

in lavender sheets not white or green,

in cloudshadow not starlight,

in my bed not yours,

in love

not indecision

we find our place

By Kate Bell, Lake County, CO