Fighting and roses

Everything goes in this world crazy leaves grow, crowded

Heads, all green, vie from the dirt the vegetation exposed, to be

Seen – who among them can rise and claim queen?

Behold the rose, in pink Beauty, noble scent rises

To savour her inward spirit, follow her scent, thence

Follow my nose to where her spirit lifts me higher than I

Embodied in a heavy bag – pause, to contemplate you – my queen