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Rules of Green Thumb

It matter not the name
at least that’s what they say
in their vague wisdom
that we acknowledge.

Close your eyes
breathe in deep
and believe you me
that the scent will be true.

Try to trick humanity
but we will not be
for obviously a word
cannot change essence.

The experts may have studied
good wine and expectations
but I don’t have to know their minds
to know how to doubt.

Doubt easy sayings.
Assume exceptions.
Consider circumstances.
Force truth.

If we all agreed
to name it rose
it does not hold
the scent constant.

Trampled fallen flowers
in spite of identity
smell not of sweet romance
but forgotten fertilizer.

Grows the future
from unquestioned roots
grounded in ideas
that should be rethought.

Lamentations of a Proud English Rose Who Waited too Long to Consent to a Plucking

I look back on when I was but a bud
Recalling how I longed simply to bloom.
Released, I smiled along with the sun
Fully nourished by my ancestors’ tomb.
Promenading in my virgin colors,
Still free to stretch my roots and charm the world.
No single flirting bee did I prefer.
Growing long in the leaf because I could.
But now the frost is creeping down my spine.
My time basking in the light at an end
Petals fall – as if a flower could cry.
The weight of winter forces me to bend.
Wrinkled, I regret wasting the season.
I know next year I will not rise again.