On Reading The Separate Rose by Pablo Neruda

This entry is part 14 of 38 in the series Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-life

A sea-side rose —
the old interpreter holds it
up to his ear

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    1. Oh yeah, that video’s great! It never occurred to me that one could pet a porcupine if wearing sturdy enough gloves.

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      1. I think he’s chewing on the gloves too…

        I was amused by how enthusiastic he gets about getting the attention… quite a contrast to their usual shyness.

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