The
Los
Angeles
Flower District
the
rose with
the
br
o ke
n
the years have been short but the were long
days
two loose kites fall ing drawn to the ground and
from the sky
an end to flight
al
L
s fin
les
a Al
you were to brutes
oh what contrast
in the halls my timid young fingers held a decent
tossed the scent of your skin and some
ram parts you
foreign flowers, tied to a brick sweet as a song the years have been short but the days were long
two loose kites falling from the sky drawn
to the ground and an end to flight
At
my
e ye s
and
d ow n at the ground
Oh and it shows
On the
rose w i t h the bro ke n
n eck
ones the best
d
inator come
but your memory is her e and I’d like it to stay Warm light on a winter ‘s day over the rampart s you tossed the scent of your skin and
some
foreign flowers,
tied to a brick
sweet as a song
and an end to flight
two loose kites falling from the sky drawn to the ground
by
go slow ly
the days
seemed t he years have
short but
Then
we tried fer a l
ca t
s
And the rats disappea r ed al mo st
ov e r n i g
h t.
If a
“
“
cat ai
n’t
hungry,
h e
a i n ’ t
g o
n n a
h u n t
””
weren’ t afr a i They
d of people--
they would come o u t and look you
right in the
eye.
No th i n g
We’d tried
worked.
traps, poison, sticky glue stuff.
lonely I
i se e lo nely n e e d
Lonely lonely I bl e e d l trust lonely i m u s t
i feel
one ly and
i
be
the r o s e
with the broken neck
the plow on the farm the train on the track the t r a c k on m y arm
th
e
train in the wreck
Not guard dogs.
Guard cats.
Instead, rats are routed from the flower marts by the scent of the felines.
“You ra r e ly see a dea d r at . If you
do, you won ’t see b i te
marks. The rat was likely scared to death,” she joked