I have a rosy view
out to Talmapais and the Golden Gate
where the mountain
meets the sea.
The Sleeping Princess
may yet swing free
out through the Gate
to an ocean of emotion
with a peaceful bent.
Perhaps all of time
has been well spent.
A single rose
a single word
a single silent space
A single woman
single man
A coupled life embrace.
Two persons commune
on the Rose Garden bench,
letting their fingers
do the talking.
All around
silent roses
sign to us
of life's joyful beauty
embracing
its thorny perplexities
and paradoxes.
(By Bill, the postal poet, in celebration of the Berkeley Rose Garden’s first half-century. 1987)
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