Strewn upon the sidewalk,
admidst the cigarette butts,
and the candy wrappers,
and other asundry litter,
were white paper flowers.
The breeze picked one up,
and then another,
and they were dancing,
for a moment.
And then they were laid down again.
And the moment was lost.
And they became litter again.
They were leftover moments,
symbols of a wedding day,
or baby shower,
or some other celebration,
but they were no longer needed.
They served their purpose for the people that left them.
And now they had served their purpose for the person that noticed them.
Strewn upon the sidewalk,
among the cigarette butts,
and candy wrappers,
and other asundry litter,
white paper flowers,
for the breeze to play with,
to make a stranger smile.
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