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...
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