Are the paper roses in a favorite street gallery the last roses of summer? I didn't notice them until after the first snow. Did I miss this collage in its prime? 
They are far too hardy to represent the delicate European Christmas rose that inspired the pagan-christian legends of Madelon whose poverty-stricken tears transformed into roses for baby Jesus.
No - these are downtown Minneapolis killer Jail roses with lead in their veins.
I know of no other roses that would wait so patiently for me to notice them - from tapering summer to deep winter. It's about damned time I stopped and stuck my nose in them.
They are far too hardy to represent the delicate European Christmas rose that inspired the pagan-christian legends of Madelon whose poverty-stricken tears transformed into roses for baby Jesus.
No - these are downtown Minneapolis killer Jail roses with lead in their veins.
I know of no other roses that would wait so patiently for me to notice them - from tapering summer to deep winter. It's about damned time I stopped and stuck my nose in them.
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