For Valentines Day
my baby gave me
a bouquet of broccoli
gleaned from the dumpster
behind the upscale deli
aside the weapons manufacturing plant.
She wants for me
to live another day
so we can cuddle
against the cold,
against the emptiness,
against the hard earth,
for one more frightful night
together
under the singing bridge.
--Tom Santoni
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