Loretta's Petals-1
Yesterday,
I brushed a rose across your stone.
The wind refrained- in a fragrant, silent moan.
Today, a sad clump of crimson petals.
Pressed between wax sheets
into long shadows of memory...
This wayward heart drifting about
like a famished gull
over the landfill of living.
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