Forget-Me-Nots

How delicate their disposition.

Startled black eyes beset with sapphire lashes

 peer upward at oblivious passers-by

Tiny, sad blooms gather with their own,

keeping a low profile, thus

slighted and crushed

beneath

our

feet.

They

require

 so

little

care

before

they

fade

and

wither.

                                                                                                                                                                                         –  Mary E. Kocher

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