Flower Shop Remodeled

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...