Friday, February 15, 2008

Valentine pruning: blood-drop
from thorn-ripped skin, and gloves
no help. Dull shears --
a blister threatens. How much to cut?
How much to leave alone?
Every year the same conundrum.
( But each stout hip, the heart
of the matter: relinquished.)
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2 comments:

  1. Joannie StangelandFebruary 15, 2008 at 1:33 PM

    Makes me feel like I should be outside, instead of just looking outside. The roses aren't going anywhere, but how they grow.

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  2. linda anaFebruary 16, 2008 at 7:49 PM

    Ah, T., I can count on you to let me know when to prune my roses. How will I ever figure out Seattle's wanton seasons without you?

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