Today when butterflies as white
as bandaged bread arrived for us
among the weeds that stain our house
with green guitars I found my voice
to tell you how I made a choice
between the waters meant to douse
and those held fast by Cerberus,
as though a delicate and slight
nasturtium flowered in our home
demure as fabled genii,
alone like proven lacunae,
and lasting as the ocean foam
that gathers power from the air
and leaves its fragrance everywhere.
The Bow Wood by Mark Bristow 
Hi Mark just reading some of your poetry ,as margaret told me about your online collection today. Ill have to dive in aliitle more when time permits. Hope all is well love Rose
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Wow Rose: long time no see. I hope you are happy and healthy with your family in good spirits. Thanks for your comment. It’ll be fun to see you next November.
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Oops. Hey again Rose. When I posted ‘november’ the other day I meant November 0f 2017 when we’ll see each other at Ned and Chloe’s wedding.
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