Faded pink lying tattered
in a field huddled
against concrete curb and the noonday star
I found it
(tenth futile time today)
in this rough silk rose
-discarded.
I stopped to jot it down,
interrupting the sidewalk,
before the walk could interrupt my
'Excuse Me!'
'fuck you.'
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
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