5/9/11 Poem by Ryan Cole

5/9/11



Dried flower petals

Turned to red dust in the folds of a pocket of a thriftstore jacket

amidst matchbooks and bar napkins

with scratched notes and numbers,

unfinished lines

Discarded petals, forgotten rose

Clinging to my fingertips, falling unnoticed

to the cold ground

dried petals, blood red dust

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Ryan Cole

Ryan Cole

Santa Monica, California
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