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Bob Wayne

poet, writer, memoirist

Poetry

Beauty

by | Aug 28, 2023 | Poetry | 0 comments

 

She hung dead roses in my kitchen

Strangled
     with satin ribbon
Crucified
     on a rusty nail

Dusty green leaves melt on my stucco wall
Rusty petals warp in delicate cramps

It’s a woman thing.

 

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