i parked far away today
i walked a long way
on the bridge
there it was
one lone rose
set to fall into the river
i took it and pruned it
as i walked
it never asked for any help
still i left it
placed carefully
in the greens of a weed
and promised if when i returned
to retrieve it
when i returned there it was resting
the mist of the day had kept it
the warmth of the leaves calmed it
i left it
tonight as i contemplate miracles
i discover that a rose appears
when a miracle is granted - i remember my thoughts
as i encountered the rose
that he would not fall into the river and be lost
instead
