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.