Flowers Of Ffall Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Flowers of Fall
On the road to Bolequeime on the way to
the German supermarket that sells proper Teutonic sausages
autumnal blossom flowers sit on white plastic chairs
high heels and shorts
Sometimes a car stops, no, not the man in a white van
usually, it is a big car with dark windows a business man on
The way to the office. A quick blow-jobs nothing much else
to do in a car and no need to undress.
The flowers have water which they drink from after a job
in this line of work no one smells the roses
They used in the summer gone look exotic on the beach and
clubs but only pensioners are here now now and they walk
slowly in the sand so they trek inland like beautiful weed by
the roadside and the dust of passing cars.
The roses look nice in falls light if you remember what love is
you'll not find it here by the verge they only sell despondency