gillyflower

this white rose imposes conscription, gingerly
upon white framed masses that neither
adhere to the celebrated sower or admire
his mention among rough root notes
dissembling order for an extended vacancy
in supplemented factory wheels,
ordered to be removed.

this red rose stands on its temple,
by violent mint grass houses, storm drains
and provincial tidings, ridiculed and in dismay
she brokers for sympathy, like little glass
statues that all sing together in
woven entries on lost journals
her resolute amber waves abstained.

This blue rose is not in the home
of marists stalled to attention, she
tries to bleach its pedals white or green
she listens to soft music and waits
for the hour she trembles
and drops to the counter
in amber waves abstained.