Poem on the Eve of NaPoWriMo: Greek Rose

I come back to the table
and find you with a Greek rose.
The waiter says,
Only for a special girl.

Outside on Carlaw
we wait for the light to change
you holding that napkin flower
away from your body.


© 2010 Maria Scala

I am still (still!) on the fence about NaPoWriMo. Is it too much to take on, the writing of a poem a day for the entire month of April?