"do you live around here?" I ask,
reluctant to let this conversation
die like the wilting flowers in my hand.
he nods. "on 34th street."
i beam. "i live on 32nd."
he smiles back,
more lovely than a field of primrose.
"maybe i'll see you around sometime."
"maybe."
YOU ARE READING
supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
