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The only rose red in Gaza
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The only Rose Red in Gaza

I may read the first rays of the sun
when they suffuse the rubble
behind my grandfather’s
blackened garden
where roses grew
when we last promised to meet,
or maybe I will read the final words
when the shadows mingle with
the crusty runnels
it hastily scribbles over them
(an apology, maybe?... i jest)
as the dark chooses to take its place
taking all the color away
I will be here (I think),
in the alleyway behind
where it all happens
mulling, to read or not,
lines which lose meaning in dark,
and in light
their crimson
reminds
there is no rose red in Gaza
some noise (or quiet) later
come - read the lines
illegible, over me
and you will see
the only rose red in Gaza is blood…

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