Rose


Ruth was the prettiest girl in the class.
All the boys stared at her all the time.
One day, the ceiling cracked and fell on her.
That was last year, now they stared at her even more.


Once I had green leaves and crimson petals.
Bees buzzed around and birds sang love songs.
One cold evening a gale broke me into two.
A man saw and brought me into his house.
Over a cup of tea he warmed me up.
How my spirit flew up like fireflies!
Last thing I knew this memory of ashes.
