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December 8, 2018

The next dreaded day,
Davey picked up gnawed pears
the pieces of which
the squirrels thought were theirs.

Next, during a not-so-early morning walk, Davey kept eyes to the pavement, noting the trash so carelessly strewn on the shoulder: a plastic ‘single dose’ vodka bottle here, greasy paper plate there. No insulin vials though. Then, out of the blue, a dark violet morning glory flower popped courageously out of the filth as if to say:
“hey, dope! Don’t give up hope, 
‘cause trash ain’t got no power;
so please don’t mope,
I’m a heliotrope,
and a damn good purple flower!”