around here
     here being this part of town
the rose bushes seem to grow wild and free
I feel as if, sometime in my youth, I was told rose bushes need to be pruned
trimmed, kept to a sensible state 
these though, grow through fences and in places
     places where no one even notices their presence
reminding me 
ever so subtly, of what’s beautiful yet ignored
and all the same, what’s beautiful and left to be