Daffodils

Attending a mille-feuille of sleeping bags, daffodils. Here is where he lays. Though this evening, there are no signs:

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no knowing whether he is homeless still or has gone home. Just daffodils, gathered at his resting place. No cans,

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cup of coins; no sympathy McDonald’s. Only this small choir of yellow grief – this shock of mouths in eulogy.