Thursday, December 28, 2017

THE BUTTERCUP

waiting
at a bus stop
his thoughts shift
scattered pieces
bombs falling
mills polluting
muggers killing
children crying
homeless begging
farmers quitting
addicts dying
families breaking
ad nauseum
the images interrupted
a single buttercup
growing through a crack
in the sidewalk
its spirit whispering
despite the drudgery
the world is still
a place of beauty
at

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