Roses
crimson rose petals
clinging to a withered stem
slowly turning brown
–
tea rose petals –
the crystal bowl
overflowing
crimson rose petals
clinging to a withered stem
slowly turning brown
–
tea rose petals –
the crystal bowl
overflowing
shredded paper towels
last night’s garbage strewn about-
I know you’re to blame
–
morning sun –
in the doorway
indecisive
a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands
–
pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside
cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky
–
false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you
thin fringes of white
ring the brow of the mountain
furrowed by the past
–
white cliffs-
the sun glints
off the sea spray
another meeting-
I know your failings so well
as I do my own
–
rain slicked neon-
another club soda
graces my glass
knelt down before you-
my voice offered as a sign
of my devotion
–
scorched copper sky-
blood I’ve spilled
on your alter
the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become
–
saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand
a time of rebirth-
years spent living in the dark
rescued by your light
–
through the water
dancing reflections
from the surface
off the mountain road
a wake of buzzards gather
‘round a fallen deer
–
moonrise-
the fawn waits
in the tall grass