this is what it looks like
when a person is so angry
that they can no longer listen
a flower picked
by the side of the road
car dissheveled
doors swinging
fumes still sighing
from enflamed pipes
miles away from
home
broken cement playing
shadow checkers
with the soupy sun
clock in the dashboard
slowly chipping away
the fury
as tear by tear
petal by petal
all the angry love
falls to the feet
of roadside weeds
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