On a humble street
where there are no
sidewalks
and the pavement
needs attention,
roses thrive
in small gardens
filled with perfectly
acceptable colors
like yellow,
mauve, and white.
Yet, it was
the red that
called me
to stand at full attention
in the sun.
For once I listened,
and there in that perfect warmth and brightness,
I felt the stirrings of a primal yearning
to unfurl my many layers,
letting my soul be revealed
in daring color and light.
say, May 2019
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