The Rose Garden

Thirty years ago her thighs opened

like windows over a rose garden.

Time passed.

Over the years the window frame

was painted over many times.

The windows as a result would no longer open

The rose garden thereupon grew wild.

There was no-one any longer to tend it

Derek Earl Houghton

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