Yet another yet
another netted blather
pink-edged rose
on the ankle of an old
fence held rose gaze
yet another scented
haze across empty asphalt
the flowers whisper to the noses
hissing we will see your
nostrils when you get close
to yet another old fence
netted together ancient
nails wistful dangerous
fingers wilting under
the pressure to bleed
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Roman Ryan 
“On the ankle of an old fence.” — awesome line.
I like the play of soft rose petals and rusty fence nails. (Reminds me of being a kid, crawling between barbed wire dangers to run and do whatever.)
(Tough on the ankles.)
As always, Roman, nice to know you are out there writing!
-tad
Thank you so much, Tad! What have you been working on lately?