strange flowers.

On the pavement,

hungry for tires,

grow strange flowers
dropped from the laced

wings
of a dragonfly.
On the pavement

where the lost

stares
go to die,

rain drops

and gas spots
twirl the colours

of their strange

flowers.
Where they’ve

held hands,

the pavement

& the sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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gas-rain-dorine

Photo: Doreen Dee

 

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