Monday, June 07, 2021

The Act


The Act

There were the roses, in the rain.
 Don’t cut them, I pleaded.
 They won’t last, she said.
 But they’re so beautiful
 where they are.
 Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,
 and cut them and gave them to me
          in my hand. 

 William Carlos Williams

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