July Roses

Tired roses
Faded against the fence line
Blushing faces happily sunburned
Looking at the house now, or at the ground

I walked by one, I
Held out my hand, and
It dropped a pink petal, from
A long ago bloom

A petal like a soft word
Tender in my palm, whispering
Like the breeze that picked up, and
Set it aflight

I looked at the rose
Voiceless and sleepy
Under icy moonlight

The moon, dropping words about you