hope clings to stalks of past glory, will water vessels play jazz on flower heads maybe bathing in Buddha' beauty? Did God turn her back or did we pru

hope
clings to
stalks of past
  glory, will
water vessels
play jazz
on flower heads
maybe bathing in Buddha' beauty?
Did God turn her back or did we
prune with a
hubris leaving
hydrangeas
to sing with
no voice?
#poemsofpresence