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  • White roses, pillow soft. White roses, in their rose duvets.

    White roses for the mothers here, the mothers gone.

    White roses for the lonely, the lonely of heart, the bereft of body. Here is a bouquet of white roses, sister, mother, daughter, sky.

    White roses for the super moon coming Saturday, full it will be, orange near the ground in the hot beauty of chemical particulate, whiter near the cloud level. White clouds, white moon, a white perigee for all inhabitants of dream and gates.

    Slow roses. Roses for the workers.

    White roses for the romantic, the lost, the homeless, the sheltered, the abandoned, the hands of work, the hands workless, the worthy, the sailors lost at sea.

    A bouquet for the workers and the lovers, the unexpected surprise bouquet, the bouquet which lasted, the sight of it was a form of love, the romance of the flowers, the gift of a week.

    Time is short.

    Here we are.

    I bestow on all and wish on all: white roses.
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