In the White of the Page — David Lee Garrison

The rose in the mirror
is just as bright as the rose
in the vase, but neither
has the color of the rose
in the earth, in the rain,
in the awkward gestures of time.
All three sprout
in the white of the page
under the trickle of ink
as the poem, like the rose,
squirms its way up
and out of the ground.