she has a flower for every occasion
and every price
and many, desperate, come to see her.
but no eyes bloom for her
they remain downturned towards the
process of leafing through wallets
and even as the crumpled bills are offered
like winter's sheddings
not one eyelid petal peels to look at her.
-service with a smile-
and when they are gone
how she refrigerates
prunes carefully
and hides the wilt.
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