among the loud noises of people being people
in the crowded footsteps of the streets...
among the clanking of skin and bone and muscle
and tissue and faces being hung on people's ceiling hooks...
among footprints on the ashes on the ground,
and the loneliness of the sad quieter places of this town,
one rose blooms in the dark, alone yet so colourful.
the rose blooms. the rose is fine.