WHITE JASMINEAnother bud has bloomed,With another hope.Another hope has sprouted,After another betrayal.I’m not a rose,Nor do I pretend to be.I’m just a white flower—No great beauty, no great scent.But do you knowWhat it means to be a jasmine?It frees you from the burdenOf pretending to be a rose. Of all the poems I’ve written, White Continue reading