Rose, harsh rose,marred and with stint of petals,meagre flower, thin,sparse of leaf,
more preciousthan a wet rosesingle on a stem—you are caught in the drift.
Stunted, with small leaf,you are flung on the sand,you are liftedin the crisp sandthat drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rosedrip such acrid fragrancehardened in a leaf?
O be swift—we have always known you wanted us.
We fled... more...