Flower Shop Remodeled

 

By Iolanda Scripca

Invisible orchid on a broken, dark shelf

Cellophane of tears in a silent loud speaker shape

Rushed  steps looking for the right gift

Frustrated men not knowing how to show love

 

It's still alive, patterns of pinkish godly beauty

Veins of neglect succumb  to delusion

A lost bird panicked, skidding on a man made shinny floor,

spreads its wings colliding with the glassy desire for freedom

 

It's trash day, compactor spits out dreams of gardens

Back doors reveal  a weak  sunshine, oh, but it's too late

The janitor mops traces of unfulfilled  declaration of love

Store closes, new flowers kept in refrigerators for potential customers

 

Godly pinkish petals make friends with the full moon

Foggy, ghostly  bouquets of Angel Breath caress the Golden Gate

Dirt and muddy tire tracks struggle up the Reality Hill

An invisible bulb rolls down the “Crookedest Street” in the world...