looked first to scan for anyone
the sight of whom would curtail the action:
the sweet green stalk seemed
to snap in the bush -- my heart jumped,
my mind baptised in dilemma.
Even as I walked, I determined
to throw away this ill-gotten prize; but leapt
in the strength of possession, counting
this fact its own evidence of right.
Later, I caught the smile
in my shadow - I was still running.
I filled a cut-glass vase
and stood the rose in: it stands
there still, in sufficient silence.