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
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