late bloom rose, by Rob Sullivan

late bloom rose

alongside of past-due mates

dry leaves, brittle stems

all their part to play

some days in the sun

gentle rain begins

on the rose

the leaves


the stems

and my aching bones


NOTE: Rob wrote this poem on Thursday morning, September 26, 2019, just before our writing workshop began. Inspiration came from the rose growing on the bush at the corner of E. Buffalo Street and N. Cayuga Street .... the DeWitt Mall Rose Bush.