It's odd what you find on the street sometimes...
On the page
of the pavement
sits
a Rolo -
confectionery punctuation.
It looks placed there,
but may have been dropped.
There is no clue
as to why
the Rolo
sits where it sits
its brown rim
slowly whitening
in the air.
Perhaps
it was the last Rolo
in the pack
given by someone
to someone else
they loved.
Then maybe
the someone else
decided
that the relationship
like the Rolo
was too cloying
and left
a full stop on the pavement.
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