Signs
Tomorrow will feel like August
the TV weather man predicts.
He’s not wrong, and the first
of the old climbing roses, pink
and fragrant, opens in the heat.
Skilled at reading signs, my late
sister predicted this would be
a good year for roses. But I won’t
see them bloom, she added, and
like the weather man, she was right.
A rabbit slips under her fence
which hangs heavy with budded
roses. It’s tempting to imagine
my sister returned in this form,
though she didn’t believe in
this sort of sign. Still, I say
to the rabbit: you look like
you belong here, and it
doesn’t run away.
Martha Christina lives in Bristol, RI. She is a frequent contributor to Red Eft Review, and her work has also appeared in earlier issues of Star 82 Review, Crab Orchard Review, and the Tiny Seed Pollinator Project, among others.
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