
A sea of roses
at the top of their careers
waiting to be picked.

A sea of roses
at the top of their careers
waiting to be picked.

The city is still,
from ashes branches protrude
bare from winter’s bite.

We’re barely afloat
a kayak on a still lake
chaos in our minds

As tears, rain drops fall,
ominous clouds gather round—
spring goes a hiding.