The Homeless Flower
The pot is a homeless flower atop
the sill it's shanty town.
Without a place to put down roots
they weep without a sound.
Their tears of dew,
drip a strewn;
their cries of excess water.
The flower pot for all it's not
protests without a bother.
The pot is a homeless flower atop
the sill it's shanty town.
The dreams it's dreamt,
how trapped it's felt,
fore lack of solid ground.
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