A Rose Was A Rose by Peter Magliocco

So patiently does the rose deflower itself
when a child’s hand defiles it
slowly, on a broken stem
fingers twirl into the twisted shape
of its last rites.

So its supple vermillion petals
emboss the wind of ages
caressing it into a gentle disturbance
of denuding slow-motions before
freeing it from an unkind earth,

where beauty
grows
again.

Peter Magliocco
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he edits the lit-zine ART:MAG now and then. His recent sci-fi novel is SPLANX from Cosmic Egg Books.
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