A single rose perseveres
amidst the drab
of late autumn.

Hope has triumphed,
only to be plucked
and handed to Layli-
a gift for her to bring to Nani.

The rose bush rests, now colorless,
its final bestowal sitting in a glass
on a distant kitchen counter.

With this year’s
final act of self-sacrifice complete,
the bush awaits quietly
for the coming Spring.

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