Helpless An
A million feet stomp,
A million shoes, a million suits
Her petals have flattened into the ground
It’s rush hour
A woman stops briskly,
A happy change for her
Bending slowly with the stampede around her
She picks up the flower and brings her home.
Copyright © Josephine Monteau | Year Posted 2020
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