hustling flowers

he's

hustling flowers at the intersection

of Broadway

and Vine.

Lillies

and Roses,

Carnations.

he's a ragamuffin,

held together

by strings

and bows,

twine.

his face is red with weather,

his eyes

blue

as ice water, holding

a winter

sky.

maybe in different times

i'd buy

some,

a bouquet from

his hand,

but things have changed.

flowers are

no longer on my mind.