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No Rose Garden

 

Oh, there were blooms—

 

Avec Amour, Hand in Hand

Afternoon Delight,

 

but petals bleed

like an abattoir in autumn

 

and croquet hoops

stolen from shadows

 

lengthen,

to prison bars.