Your roses went crazy that August—
blossoms echoed across the yard,
pink, yellow, and red excess.
They begged, Where are you? Look at us.
In August blossoms echoed.
Too many thin shoots strangled the birdbath.
They begged, Where are you? Look at us!
It seemed mean that you couldn’t brag.
Too many thin shoots strangled the birdbath.
Thorny tendrils unclipped and untended.
It seemed mean that you couldn’t brag,
lay claim to the overabundance.
Thorny tendrils unclipped and untended,
stems drooped with weighted blooms.
You were always one for overabundance,
although your generous belly was gone.
Stems drooped with weighted blooms,
the colors were magnificent.
Although your generous belly was gone,
In your dark glasses and cotton robe,
you still bloomed, magnificent.
The roses posed giving comfort.
In your dark glasses and maroon robe,
you watched your garden loosen.
The roses posed giving comfort:
across the yard, pink, yellow, red excess.
You watched your garden loosen.
Your roses went crazy that August.