Poetry from The Well

In the waiting room

In the waiting room flowers slump

beneath the dim overhead light.

Dull petals struggle to shine

away from mother sun.

 

Tonight beneath the moon

flowers will dance

together and apart

in the breeze

roots home in the ground.

 

In the waiting room flowers float

catching dust in still water.

The fan buzzes

fluttering the covers

of glossy magazines.

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