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Like a protected heart,

the blood-red

flower of the wild rose begins

to open on the lowest branch,

supported by the netted

mass of a large shrub:

it blooms against the dark

which is the heart’s constant

backdrop, while flowers

higher up have wilted or rotted;

to survive

adversity merely

deepens its color. But John

objects, he thinks

if this were not a poem but

an actual garden, then

the red rose would be

required to resemble

nothing else, neither

another flower nor

the shadowy heart, at

earth level pulsing

half maroon, half crimson.