Saturday, September 12, 2009

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
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

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