After my musical I was greeted by "loved ones"
Each with a singular rose in hand
I love roses; for they have beauty on the outside as well as thorns that can pierce your skin
But you didn't get me a rose did you
You just brought yourself and that's all
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A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
