First Rose

This year crocosmia assumes the place
where iris stalked last spring. Perhaps it grows
by pokeweed’s influence; there’s little space
for other sprouts. And yet I spot a rose
abloom above the boardwalk. I suppose
that bush will bud from now through early fall.
Its limbs will reach for where the sun bestows
the energy for floral protocol.

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