Spring spray
only for
four
dollars
blooms the man outside the store
fliers blossoming
through the wind
surrounding him
Spring spray
only for
four
hours
today, beams the man on the corner
display shining
like the sun
showering him
Spring spray
only for
four
people
falls the words from the man
face browning
almost orange
reddening him
Spring spray
only for
four
seasons
wilts the man on the curb
fingers frosted
with withered wishes
smothering him
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