Pocket Change For Pansies
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Susan Lacovara
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I see him
Counting pocket change
To buy a flat of pansies
As if to plant his burdens
Deep down in the soil
And stretch his soul
Out on a hammock
Swing in a daydream
Waiting for the colors to burst
And his troubles to lift
I offer him a few crumpled up dollars
From the jeans I wore dirty
Stained from planting my own pansies
Today
Shared pocket change
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş