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I woke up early with the sun
and picked flowers from the sides
of lightposts, hydrants

a bouquet of orphans
weeds and dirty hands—
we walked together

when back at home
I stayed outside
and thought to lay my findings down

in an empty pot of soil
soft and too inviting
I did not know

I turned around or blinked—
and nothing remained,
nothing remained.