Wheels on Fire
(i. m. Margaret Preston)
Not Dylan’s and not rolling down the road;
A tree of lesser fame.
Banana mini-hands in tropic views
In clusters which explode
To flower-spokes of fire in sunset hues
Which radiate in fireworks of flame!
A passionflower, exotic hanabi
(The Japanese say fire-flowers –
More poetic – fireworks has no soul)
This showy vanity
Saffron/lemon mandala? Parasol?
No. These sparkling inflorescences are ours.
The shriveled flowers are psychedelic spiders
With nectar-seeking parrots rife.
They could be starfish who have lost their way
Or sweets for birds and sugar gliders.
In gaudy tepal radiant display
A dharma spokes-man for the Wheel of Life.
Copyrighted By Rob Walker Poet.
Thedeepr Bocrew Ft The 7th Quartet Thedeepr.