She picks a thorny rose
and clenches it in her hand
until blood drips
down the stem.
She touches it
to paper
intending to
write the story
of her life.
After a while,
it spills forth
a shopping list
that ends up
in the hands
of her husband
who discards
it in a Wal-Mart
shopping cart.
(Later, angels
steal away the list
and weep --for it is a very sad story.)
1 comment:
Too much of life is lost in the trivality of the moment and underappreciated by those around us...been a while...I enjoyed the read.
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