Unclaimed

A pink-red roselong-stemmed 
wriggling likea shrivelled-up lineacross the blankdiary-page, slightly aflutter:

both kept on a writing-desk 
near the window

that opens over

the dusty courtyard

filled with twisted iron

and rusted metal 
…and yellow grass.

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