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I.

Four white roses bud
in the scorching August sun
with care, confidence.

II.

The sun loots our patch
in its hegemonic rage.
We defend this space.

III.

Rain, drench us through.
The heat swells, crackles, moans —
grant your persuasion.

IV.

Four white roses bud
in the soulless August sun,
pressing their case.