In the City of Wild Roses

Oh, wild roses — aromatic devas
bewitchers of our exiled hearts


fill our empty cups with libations
of hope and beauty

invite us into the presence
of your luminous gaze

how we long to dance
on streets of devotion

far from the tumult of traffic
and trash, to dream again


beneath the scent
of your veiled petals

if we’re lucky



we may lose ourselves

in your prophetic eyes

remember how to see again

and, like you

let the wind blow through us
make peace with our thorns

chant into the ears of existence
and leave a trace of fragrance behind

© Marie Bortolotto 2024

 

© Marie Bortolotto 2024