Bright flowers flutter
with every passing car
placed remembering, now fading
That’s what I see.
Do they drive past each day
remembering to look
or down the road thinking
how did I miss that
how can I not remember?
The flowers fade
the ribbons fraying
with rain and snow
The balloon falling
and shrinking
replaced with a new pang
soon enough.
Marking the where of death
in lieu of the why.
Seeking?
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Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing. The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us.
— Eugene IonescoThe Cat Cam
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