Yellow Roses

                                        On the last day
when you leave and I follow silently
twisting my hands to pick the yellow roses
near the stairs, our star will be climbing up
behind us to the ceiling and bursting
in a glare of red fire-shoots to the sky.

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Marilyn Marsh Noll earned her MFA in Creative Writing at American University in Washington, D.C. in 1994. Her poems have appeared in the Comstock Review, Folio, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Potter's Wheel, Voices from the Attic, and elsewhere. Her chapbook, Thirteen Ways of Looking at Bones, won the Pennsylvania Poetry Society Chapbook Award in 2007. She lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.