tossed aside

early in
the morning
the street
cleaners
come out
into the city
to sweep up
the broken
hearts.
the glass is
everywhere.
shards, like
diamonds in
the rising sun,
torn tickets to
flights
that won't be
used,
luggage discarded
on the curb.
cheap bundles
of flowers tossed
onto
the road, never
thanked for,
never held
with a smile,
or brought up to
a nose.