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Dec 2014
No flowers
in the December
cement cracks,
but still the multicolored tatters
of plastic reflect the sun.

No usual haunts
in the city
of my grandfather.
Alone with so
many faces
of those I will
likely never know.
BB Tyler
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BB Tyler
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