I have a rosy view out to Talmapais and the Golden Gate where the mountain meets the sea. The Sleeping Princess may yet swing free out through the GAte to an ocean of emotion with a peaceful bent. Perhaps all of time has been well spent. A single rose a single word a single silent space A single woman single man A coupled life embrace. Two persons commune on the Rose Garden bench, letting their fingers do the talking. All around silent roses sign to us of life's joyful beauty embracing its thorny perplexities and paradoxes.
(By Bill, the postal poet, in celebration of the Berkeley Rose Garden’s first half-century. 1987)