A single, red rose
lies on the snow. Blood on a
clean, white handkerchief.
4 February 2009
This was something I saw during the big snows we had a few weeks ago. I've been very slow to put it up on the blog, as I've had rather a lot going on. As with so many of my "pavement poems", one is left wondering about the "back story": some tragic love affair, or just a florist dropping part of their delivery.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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