flowers in a turbid vase
battered and ruined by being there
so beautiful to see
so dead and dying
so what they are not
and so what they will be
many finches feeding below the tree
at the hint of a cat
they speed to the branches
which now wave to me -
a large green hand -
i wave back
yes you‘re right
i needed to smile again
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This poem made me smile.
Thanks Terry! I'm glad it did that for you. Now this poem has made me smile too. Thanks for that great comment!
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