Orange rose
neglect & folly
hanging off the balcony
from the vine of recycled dreams,
summer’s child through
countless seasons past
strung out,
cast off,
living
in the
shadows of desire,
Beautiful, unaware
tending the earthly fire.
Unassuming in sanctity,
universal
importance
it remains intact,
till the sun at long last
rises over eastern trees
to the clarion call from
the young Pacific Sea,
to the almighty eyes
declaring destiny
Ren Michael 