had landed me
on
the
floor.
Black streams fell
from my coffee cup
as an army of petals
marched on top
of my head.
Papers strewn all over
like flustered crowds
scattering in a subway station.
A murmur of creases
take refuge on my clothes.
Huh. I swear I could almost see
the Aurora Borealis
above me.
You stand there,
almost flustered, I see
as you help me up
and frantically search
for my missing
earring.
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