the point of the rose

the rose
is not satisfied
to climb the trellis
in delicate shades
of peach or pink
it is not content
to cup the dewdrop
to greet the ladybug
in morning sun
the firefly at dusk
it is not enough
to sweetly scent
the garden, or
to rest in a vase
freshly cut
flashing crimson
amongst the baby’s breath
no, the rose will not be satisfied
until the thorn
draws blood

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