#MarchMicro: Friday, March 16

With no more flowers to tend
the ache sets in, loud as a moan
wears weariness like a shroud and
kicks the concrete beast
a tousled reaction clinging to a heaving frame
city streets littered with cracked dreams and
faded promises
burlesque beauties and rockabilly tunes
so easily abandoned
but not forgotten


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