soft summer showers caught me
looking out my kitchen window
at a medley of roses
showing off their petals
little rose ballerinas
their dance is slow
as they mingle and stretch
amongst themselves
they are dainty
vivid, ribald, moving
a choreographer’s delight
I can almost hear their secrets
they whispered "go outside ~
breathe the clean air ~
leave the work behind ~
be alive"
so I did.
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