A broken tulip

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you can dress like this, you know.
Old man slippers
stuffed into pink crocs
a blue blanket scarf standing in
as a Spring jacket
wild red-brown hair
flying in every direction.

On your own street
you can fold your arms tight
against the chill and still
tip your chin up to meet
liquid light. You can walk
with eyes closed in a weaving line.

Delivery men might startle
at the sight of you
but they don’t belong
to this street. You do.
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Stay safe, everyone! Enjoy the weekend. 🙂 I’ll see you again on Monday.