A Fair Lady & The Freeway Florist

First day of spring,
And the sweet illusions begin.
I hope I wasn’t too late to the scene,
And hope that this is not too ornate a thing.

Imagine a lime night with a green goddess,
Purple passage, purple poem, purple rose –
Where you got it nobody knows;
Since selling them on the streets is against this city’s laws.

Could it have been from the vendor at the traffic light?
He who is blessed to breathe the chilly air under the starlit sky at 10pm,
Appearing and disappearing as fast as the green turns to amber then red – what a sight;
Purple passage, purple poem!


© Heath Muchena, 2012

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