Tuesday 14 February 2012

VALENTINES DAY

cycled 6 miles home
down deserted dual-carriageways and black lanes
and 
going thru the flyers for gold and block paving 
and the bills and the bt internet pleas
piled
up on the doormat
i find a card from a florist saying they dropped my flowers at number 2 because i was out


wondering if its too late to go knock at number 2
and wondering 
flowers 
really?  
i never got flowers before . . . 


i find another card from the florist and a note from number 2
explaining
the flowers arent for me


they made a mistake


the
flowers
were
for
the next street over


i walk up the shop for smokes in the last of the snow

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