I shone a light
by sitting pressing yellow flowers.
Yellow through me, light saved me
in the city's pavement eyes,
flower eyes look so pretty
when paired with flower hair
and the flow-er waters flowing
in blue veins, into the air.
I looked into the light
flying at me like angels
at a million miles per hour.
I remember the dance
in the middle of the night
in the street, your city flower.
To be stale, to be full of water,
to be sitting in a cooler for days,
to be pressed like a daisy in a book,
to be giving cars the right of way,
I walk submissively down the sidewalk,
I sleep peacefully in a parking lot.
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