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A Rose Among the Thorns
At the entrance to the woods,
just off to the side a bit,
there sits a cottage of stone.
Its windows lay quiet and dark,
the door lay shut, yet unlocked,
the chimney dorment like a sleeping dragon.
Yet in the back there is life.
There, every Spring the color returns,
the rainbow of flowers comes through.
Though the weeds are there as well,
the flowers still tower above them.
In a corner though, by the fence,
she sits among the green.
Around her there sits pain
but you shall never see her weep.
You can see her if you look,
for sits quiet and still,
listening to the wind blow by,
listening to the gentle songs of the birds,
sitting in the shade during the day,
and looking at the stars by night.
Just look for her there in the corner
and there she will be,
a rose among the thorns.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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