The roses in Mr. Hunter's garden are in full bloom,
so when he saw this bouquet, Mr. H
tucked himself in with the Yves Piagets, the Cecile Brunners,
and the other spring astonishments.
I wouldn't mind being a rose
in a field full of roses.
Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.Mary Oliver, from "Roses, Late Summer"
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask themselves how long they must be roses, and then what.
Or any other foolish question.