Older Poems #25 : Porta Pinciana

I walked in groves of Goethe’s roses
posed as art among wild greens
and to the world his verse he poses
in each petal formed a dream
there among this latin tableau
under the sky’s romantic hues
proudly stands his cold cameo
bold against warm heavens blue.

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