Artificial Flowers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Artificial Flowers



Flowers blowing outside on a terrace at Country Boys
Restaurant, pink and beautifully blossoming artificially
in a small pot.

Cars and people traveling by, not noticing them at all,
yet as I sit here inside, looking out, seeing and writing
them into a little poem to keep their memory alive.

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