Rose, harsh rose,

marred and with stint of petals,

meagre flower, thin,

sparse of leaf,


more precious 

than a wet rose

singe on a stem-

you are caught in the drift.


Stunted, with small leaf,

you are flung on the sand,

you are lifted

in the crisp sand 

that drives in the wind.  

Can the spice-rose

Drip such acrid fragrance

Hardened in a leaf?