june, you, monthlong solstice
your 30 days of day
of Light’s false dominion /
he suggests a good way to estimate
the number of roses on my climbing rose bush
is to count the number of buds and blossoms on one linear foot of branch
so, I do.
there are 60 or more
i probably missed some
then 6,000? or more?! on this eight year old gem
how many june bouquets, boutonnières and corsages they would a florist supply
instead,
i keep them all for future rose hips,
and refuse to prune
unless a branch cracks under
the weight of drenched petals in this year’s wild june rainstorms
so many vases i have filled this june.
i suggest that i may create a perimeter of this variety of rose
an impenetrable devastating fortress of thornage — a natural, beautiful “devil’s rope”
i once saw a group of mule deer clear an 8′ fence in colorado — without a running start, could a herd of robot dogs do that?
he sees i’ve saved old nails, screws and Mexican coke and beer bottle caps in an empty 3lb coffee tin
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