Everyone Needs A High School Boyfriend Who Is A Poet

if i could whisper softer,

a single rose

would be the slenderness

of my words to you.

the moment blooms

dark and sweetsharp

with delicate time, yet

always

clinging petals

part and fall away.

now, when time plucks the beauty

of this moment,

i would whisper (soft) to you

of roses spreading

endlessly in bloom.

bob terashima, 1966