In a small wicker basket, she carried a bouquet of
pink and yellow roses
waiting patiently
for someone to buy
just one rose.
For one gil.
Those around her act like she does not exist.
They do not see her pink clothes or
her long brown hair or
her green eyes.
They ignore her smile that asks
"Would you like to buy a flower? Just one
gil each?"
They do not see the tears hiding behind her
sweet smile.