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The Fate of the Roses // Naomi Ayala

This apology in red
dies in the wild
among forgotten kin
who welcome
perfected beauty
for the food it is.
The fire ants
bear the lightness
of let-go petals,
feast of worms,
new home of aphids.
Regrets, like raindrops
the night might feed on.