Gumshoe

Gumshoe

 

 

blossom nights

shriveled plant days

the roses wear masks

and costumes

to fool

 

but daylight scatters those thoughts

the bosom of love is shallow

when visible

 

maybe covert meetings of hearts

are necessary for survival

and we can just hide our eyes

and pretend

 

when the illusion is pierced

by a detective sun

 

we can imagine

live roses still in our hands.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/14/24