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Petals on the floor
Everywhere you looked
One was picked up not
a petal at all
'Twas papers were dropped
At the courthouse were
Papers place of rest
Like petals fallen
Fallen from their tree
Never used again
Petals making mulch
Papers mice nests
. . .
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posted by Jim @ 9/23/2025 07:38:00 PM
6 comments
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6 Comments:
Papers... so much are on those... it sounds a lot like bills to me
Papers to renew my car license.
I'm using my cellphone, I read your poem but it won't post my comment. Google only or anonymous only.
A kinder finality, perhaps, than it might have been.
Few of us would wish papers [bills] falling like petals .. too many to pick up .. to pay.
I read this a bit differently. Guess because of all the news these days. I immediately thought of all the lawyers’ papers, the applications for asylum or a green card - all the documentation, letters, papers an immigrant brings as they dutifully appear for their immigration appointment - only to have them spilled to the floor as ICE accosts them and takes them away. Those papers - petals they think will bloom into a continuation of living and working here, their dreams in those petals/papers, trampled.
Great poem, Jim!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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