short poem

under a spreading chestnut tree
let us plant
did you ever hear of
she burst fierce wine
what shall we do now
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
which i wish to remark
to be able to see every side of every question
i am a woman
the sky
the body may confine
i walk down the garden paths
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
i said