Thursday, August 15, 2013

Next Up in the Still Continuing Poem Series About The Winter of 2006

February 17, 2006
When I walked this morning

past the weird and ugly
semi-open-air mall
that as far as I can tell
nobody likes
but many people use

I could smell the red and yellow
hothouse smell of the florist
that’s downstairs inside there
wafting out

That had never happened before

image source is here

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