The Lonely Job
Pillow-topped stamen
Peek through bowls of
softly shaded petal
Standing there unaware
Of visitors flying by
Unmoving and stoic
With only hopes to attract
Forever in the anticipation
Of a completing embrace
But passers-by only
Leave dusty calling cards
Never sleeping or taking time
To talk about the
Events of the day.
Saturday, August 09, 2003
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