Paper Flowers; Poetry Chapbook 7

FLOWER STREET

See the dancing of the addict,

A city of wallflowers, 

All trying to find were to belong,

A florist on the road side,

Arrangements readymade.

A man pointing at pricing,

I think he's angry,

At the addict or at the daylight robbery,

I can not tell.

He would not argue with the other stores,

But the florist and flowers were his victims today,

He walks away flowers in hand,

The hustle carries on as does the addicts dance.

From the chapbook Paper Flowers, available as an ebook on Amazon kindle.

DISCLAIMER; This book is published under my pseudonym Ellis Wells.