Saturday, March 7, 2009


On occasion I'll be throwing in something off my original purpose. This is one of those.

Slips down her unlined cheeks
Salty tears hidden
Splash of boots on the sidewalk
Covers the gentle sob
Wind carries
The soft gasp
Where none can hear
By passers in the street
Don't see
This soul
No one knows
The desperation
Behind the smile
Of the young mother
At the flower stand
In the rain

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