Rootless Innocence

Greenhouses broken forever...

It's freezing.

Rituals count no more,

Hurricanes devour...

Petals dance in circles -

Ecstasy with laughter

Colorful pirouettes

Stepping on Destinies.

Machines - noisy, controlling

Munch roots' depth.

Levers with no soul

Accuse, defend, accuse.

It stopped...

petals fall to the ground

Black, white, gray...

Tears heavy with no thunder

try to recover in an upside down crystal.

Greenhouses broken forever...

Boy scouts sell roots in front of the store.

Tourists drive by in soundproof cars

Saddened by the emptiness of the Californian hills .






Iolanda Scripca, San Diego