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Sequel Inevitable

The florist had closed by mid-afternoon

Flowers wither.

You know my name,

What is yours?

One more time,

a wait, a laugh or two,

an apology.

Wish it wasn't daylight

or the familiar cafeteria.

The pink rose remains in my head

each petal flaking

Catching the currents

Dark River,

years ago, a little boy offered away

my leaf coracle,

chockful of fake prayers and

strange pink flowers

amid the light, holy chants,

we turned to the water,

away, away... mid-current, topples

curtain-call

The flame lost

The voices again

heard.

pay the kid a silver coin-

extinguished star.

Applause.

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