Man-Made Roses

Man-Made Roses

Slice your

thumbnail through

a tender green

tightly-closed

rosebud,

stripping back

to petiole

revealing

fleshy

pale, pink, petals.

Pull apart

pastel pleats

with pollinated fingers

pushing and prodding into place….

then…

stand back,

admire your masterpiece,

and say,

“there now,

that almost

resembles a rose.”

Lindsay Riggs Brown

Fall-ing

Fall-

-ing

Aesculus

Hippocastanum

like

little,

shiny,

brown-helmeted

kamikazi

pilots

G

E

R

O

N

I

M

O

Buckeyes

falling

on

the

hood

of

my

car

make

me

laugh

out

loud

when

I’m

alone.

Lindsay Riggs Brown

I'm Writing Again ( For Bruce McMillan)

I'm Writing Again ( For Bruce McMillan)

Noses are red
Noses are blew...
I'm worried that maybe
you might have the flu!

Lindsay Riggs Brown