The trellis leans over sideways, almost to the ground. The trellis leans into an equally forgotten Clematis. The rose has not been pruned and shaped in years. I know the rose is at least 40 some years old. Peeking through the tangled branches and spotted leaves was one single bloom. I see a few other buds, but this one bloom said “help”. The chaos of life, aging, death leaves behind what was once special, spiritual, nurtured. Sometimes the trellis can be raised back up, the tangles removed.

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