roses of there

if i felt i knew you, i would understand these
roses, roses of all colours, roses
against a white sky, against a
dry rain and
the cheek that brushes them.

a sigh tonight, heavier than the
night that falls too quickly with you
the night that turns me inward, the
light that falls and
those this night will die too.

i had known those who came before: i
breathe the breath of the river that cuts
the plaits in her skirt, i dwell in the
spaces on the hills of her shirt

but after three years, there is
still no thing, there is
no re-mark, here is not here.

and i do not know you nor your roses.