Sage

Emerging the dirt an evergreen shrub 

Surrounded by a sea of crimson roses,

Yearning for sunshine and arid wastelands

As the other receives tenderness and irrigation

Every graft produces another bud while

A rebuke withers a petal off the sage,

Until a basketful of potpourri lay in its stead

Servicing a coffee table in its afterlife

While next year’s bouquets line the

Bottoms of compost bins in the kitchen.

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