I’m painting the Roses Red
I’m always painting the Roses
Red
these
days
Ever
since
Charlie—
Well,
you
know.
Judith
insists
the
Roses
be
Red
These
days,
we’re
only
growing
them
in
White,
as
White
and
delicate
as
a
Paper
Rose
each
glob
of
Red
Paint
pulls
down
each petal
of
White
Rose.
So
each
morning
I
wake
early enough to
paint, all of the Roses Red
before the sun shines
So Judith—and I—
won’t
see
the
White
Roses.
We’d
all
much
rather
see
Red
these
days.
So
I
paint,
Until the day
The Roses—again—grow Red
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