Today I noticed the dumpster near the liquor store, filled with flowers. Withering and fading, they had been skimmed from the buckets of the parking lot flower stand, and tossed.
The two guys who work the stand arrive before 6 a.m., often staying through the day and well into the evening. When it’s slow they watch soccer or baseball in Spanish on a small tv.
It seemed like such a tragic waste their flowers would end up in the dumpster but at least one homeless man I saw was delighted with the discovery.

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