With gifts of light and marigolds
We mended stems and
Faced the truth
Of story vs. fact
“What a joke.” Say the Owl
and the story flowed
“Neglected opportunity must be nice”
I’m just a stupid liar
I guess
Standing beautiful the rose
Dipped her petals to the phone
And told “the truth is obvious
Only if you listen well”
So I cried in quiet silence
With wine and kitty fur
And figured out the story
And why it doesn’t exist
Instilled now this epiphany
The gracious gift of Rose
Is separating this from that
And living for yourself
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