Hat of Fallen Roses
Hat of Fallen Roses
Once it was said that
if you looked up
into the heavens
you would see the Gods
... maybe
that was when imagination was
essential and science wasn't dogmatic.
Before paradise was paved
with toll booths,
and tall buildings built,
for supermen to leap over.
Out here in the desert,
its a dessert, for the crowded
heart and mind.
Insular subdued saturation
in the expanse between
far distant gamma rays pulsing
from the black hole center
of our milky way stars
Not Long ago
In an urban center
I saw a vintage lady
with a hat of fallen roses
all upside down
with violet petals still intact.
Like little dead birds feet,
the stems all
sticking straight up
to heaven.
Like some ancient sacred fountain,
white roses dribbled from her bosom,
drifted down below
to her bare feet.
Her hands sprouted multi color
buds, spiraling from the wing tips
of her fingers,
dripping of light.
She told me
her hat was a bargain,
a steal from the local mission.
Knowing that stealing is wrong
she returned it
to the headless venus,
in the marble halls
deep below the surface
of the sea.
fh