fake orange flower
found among fallen
leaves & broken
glass in the space
between parked cars, a
chalked rainbow fades.
young mother presents
the fake orange flower
to her tousle-haired
son toddling about
pacifier clenched in his
mouth, swiping
filthy ashtrays from
black mesh tables
the young mother lifts
the fake orange flower
to her nose and beckons
her son to do the same
on this early autumn
morning we must smell
all the flowers, it seems,
even the fake ones.
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