When the Car windows are wide open
They are the Fragrance of the highway
They hold the hidden joy of the forest
Within five smooth Fingers
Wild Roses are Beautiful
When the Sun shines on us all night
And the pelicans return to the river
And the world returns to warmth
Caressed by five smooth Fingers
Wild Roses Beckon
But hold Me at a distance with thorns
To gather their nectar is to bleed
Love them loosely or they will wilt
In five clenched Fingers
~cj
