Ramblin' Rose

Though
Ramblin' Rose
played twice

as dust
behind car
and sun

and sand's ribs
under lake
and bubbles rose

dragging up
my father's hair
a whitened body, it

seems
now that
all

the way
to the beach
that day

the rhapsody was
so
that

even now
it
goes:

"How I love you"
(so it goes)
"How I want you

"heaven knows—
"who can cling to
"a ramblin' rose?"


© Dan Goorevitch, 1988, 2007
Rambin' Rose © Noel & Joe Sherman, 1962