Flower- seller

The flower seller sits cross-legged at the  street corner
Like darkness living under a dusty ancient staircase.
Her flowers for sale have turned colorless and gray 
In the dimly-lit street corner near a circular manhole .

But the flowers on her dark hair shine like moon- white
On her dark blouse- back ,as she turns head towards us
Jerking a pleated hair before us with  floral fragrance.

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