One Flower Under A L.A. Freeway

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Death Of He/Death Of She


He died on a Spring afternoon

I dropped down to the public sidewalk
Pale and wretching
Full of white palor

People grimaced
Watched my emotional meltdown
Bemused as if I was an exhibit 

He was my heartbeat

I am on life support now

People finally looked away as I dis-connected.

He died on a Spring afternoon.