By B.K.
Date: 2016 Apr 19
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A Little Chaos Please

I am the rose
That grew so bold
That I pushed over your mailbox
Fed on coffee grounds
Epsom salt with ground egg shells
I thrive with sun on my face
And your loving attention
A bouquet rose gone wild
I wilt when you are gone
And even though
You madly prune me back
Standing firm in my roots
Ready still striving
With brave and steady courage
Waiting for just that moment
It is you...that I push over


April nineteenth twenty sixteen