Marigolds

I marvel at marigolds as I’ve never seen mountains I watch in wonder the water flowing from fountains yearning to learn what it is to be cared for I've spent my life seeking to capture the rapture of one moment of bliss the search thus far proving fruitless He wouldn’t waste a single minute on a woman like me who spends her hours transfixed by flowers his time too precious a commodity Another nobody drowning in a sea of fawning faces leaving no traces in his memory like a distant star far too dim for him to notice