rose bush - may 16th

all of life's
familiarities
sing sweet songs.
like my papa's
rose bush
that grew wildly
next to the
back porch,
until the wind
swept it
away.
we used to play
croquet and pickle
in the yard
while the parents
got drunk
indoors,
searching for
that familiar
feeling
that fleeted
with the
wind
a long time
before.