Arlene Ang

 
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for that familiar gloss of dewberry
to lick the air weaving through weekend commuters

but Nina Ricci greets him instead
her rich smile dries up quickly

Gaulois steps out beside her
territorial ashes scatter around their bags

"I'm sorry, Pete."
she looks so regretful, he almost believes her

he shoves the daffodils into her arms

and quits the scene with a shrug

she never liked them anyway