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The moment tingled and the
Cold, salt-less afternoon
Sagged while I reflected.
Watch intently one can smell
Longing in a hollow glance.
Listen close and one may
Hear the cavities in teeth.
Prayers whispered that could wrap
This city warm, float unconvincing
The mouths they danced from.
Ready lips iced with dry disbelief
A better life was possible.
It was that moment I noticed a
single silk red rose as it proudly posed
in a shop window, like a mannequin
of hope.
copyright 2018
Beverly M.
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