roses grown in rows
spanned by spider webs bedewed
my thighs wet with them
for The Sunday Muse
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Posted on June 27, 2020 by joem18b
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Does writing excuse watching? 
I am fantasizing about a stroll through a garden of roses, ahhhhhh nice.
Can’t go wrong with roses in rows. Lovely!
used to work for Jackson & Perkins during the summers, back in the day, on a rosebush farm in the desert outside Peoria, Arizona. In the morning as the sun came up, we’d walk down endless rows of blooming bushes, weeding and cutting suckers. Every morning the spider webs would be back.
I’ve been there…possibly still slapping webs away. 🙂
we were beyong slapping, walking down miles of rows… 🙂
Oooh!!
Ohhh…I love spider webs for their beauty, but no to their builders…Love the poem!
Love “spider webs bedewed”.
yes, every morning new complicated webs with the early light behind them, each with its own mosaic of dewdrops.