Ganesha
He spirits the lake leaving behind a trail of scented incense
undecipherable but memorable with a twenty second rule of bliss
and then he is gone, leaving behind a set of footprints
that contain no backward destination, no forwarding address
He quickly vanishes leaving me to pick up discarded marigolds;
When the ceremony is over he stays behind to collect the angels
that are strewn across the wind by force of sanctioned nature !
The he returns to where all gods belong, behind the sun.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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