July 2006/Volume Seven/Issue Two
Jonathan Hayes
The Blue Rose

that i bought you
one City day

still has a fleck
of fluorescent glitter
on one of its petals

staring down at me

as it hangs above
the desk and computer

laying on top of the painting

with its hard-edge lines
divided by grey electric tape

which you admired as you walked
in the apartment door

but told me i should paint
the sides of the frame -

instead i left them undone

now i look up at the blue rose
and its last glow of

memory and identity
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