Corner Rose

01/07/22

The corner rose:
a poem
a piece of prose
a wonderful child!

It’s them I see.

You can have the best thought
on Monday
and it can be gone
by Sunday.

I remember them with me.

To help write a script,
that comes to an end.

Remember when you had your toenails clipped-
under the tree?

What will happen to your friend?
What will happen to the tree?

When it’s time to ascend,
remember

A corner rose:
it’s poetry,
it’s prose

it’s your toes
clipped away
to a land,
nobody knows.