David Holbrook - At the Florist

A Man enters a flower shop
And chooses some flowers
The Florist wraps the flowers
The Man puts his hand in his pocket
Searching for money
Money to pay for the Flowers
But at the same time
Suddenly
He puts his hand on his Heart and
Falls

At the same time as He falls
The money falls to the floor
And then the flowers fall
At the same time as the man
At the same time as the money
And the Florist stands still
With the falling money
With the damaged flowers
With the Dying Man
Obviously all this is very sad
And she must do something
The Florist
But She dosen't know what to do
Dosen't know where to start

There are so many things to do
With this Man who's Dying
These damaged Flowers
And this Money
This Money rolling
Which dosen't stop rolling.


Jacques Prevert- Translation.

David Holbrook

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