roses
by Peter Roberts



now is late evening. that's
how this dream goes: deep
in flowers, in embraces,
with kathy in the garden.
a party lights the house
-- it always does -- & yet
the sky is moonless, clear,
as kathy holds me in
near-darkness, lighted only
by a haze of stars.






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