So A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose you say.
“I could smell the roses from ten feet away.”
A rose is a smell of a rose and the feel of the
rose petals on your finger.
A rose is a rose bush with thorns
and bees.
A rose is love,
friendship,
and death.
A rose is a dried flat memory
pressed
in the pages of a book.
It is a young lady’s eyes
peering over a
bouquet
at a young man
smiling.
david michael jackson April 20, 2012
