Travels with Dad
VI Ė Rose Garden


I canít recall which
town it was 
where seas of roses,
swayed like wavetops
in the dimming light -
We stood on the veranda where
below us rooftops
spread like roses in tile rows,
a woman hanging white sail
laundry in the wind
and on the distant hillsides
rose met dusk. 

© Jonathan Bohrn (2005)
 
roses at dusk
roses at dusk composite graphic

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