when stars flowered white & green & shattered to
constellations blooming over Indian Mountain as yet the summit
invisible in a sky that could be night tho it’s morning the
red roses brimming across a white pergola a white sun dress a
porcelain Blessed Virgin—the Joshua Trees’ white flowers
flowering thru shattered Owens Valley the
history of water in the city of angels etched into dry lakes the
stars’ petals unfurled along an invisible ridgeline—white roses for
innocence—hailstones pelting the driveway yesterday morning a
water glass smashed to constellations & orange
roses equal desire & lavender roses for love at
first sight Dante’s for instance—stars blossomed lavender white red a
Joshua Tree’s hunchbacked bouquets conferred whitely a
boarded-up diner’s windows shattered to constellations a pink gem-
stone rosary my father carried in wartime a porcelain Virgin—the
stars blooming white & yellow thru this sky’s
black waters tho it’s morning somewhere tho not here the
yellow stars shattered tho yellow roses say goodbye
Jack Hayes
© 2010
beautiful ghazal Jack. So much here to fill my mind's eye.
ReplyDeleteHi Rene: Thank you so much!
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