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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Humor is something that thrives between man’s aspirations and his limitations. There is more logic in humor than in anything else. Because, you see, humor is truth.
— Victor BorgeThe Cat Cam
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