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Rose Window

I am a chair in the corner
by the window
kind of person.

Inside the panes
looking out I participate
in the play of characters.

Neighbors and cars,
the mail person
depositing seasonal catalogs,

the UPS driver delivering
a book from the online
book store in Colorado.

Today, as thunderstorms
continue to roil
across Missouri's belly

I see the elegant David Austin
roses in deep pink freshness
growing rounder and fatter

during the wet, cool days
of May and each day publishes
a new page in a garden guide.

Trellised roses
hang over window-box pansies
that float above grounded purple iris

next to the neon orange scarves
of poppy heads. Today defines
an inside day and

I will continue to write
as the storms pass and
the roses peek in.