Wallflower
She is leaning against the wall, sagging from no water.
No one notices as her flower fades and the petals fall again.
Hope springs eternally and naively as she shyly looks at the
boys who pass her by.
Invisible in spite of her bright colors.
At the hour of one she gathers her druthers and begins her walk home alone.
The lane is dark. She should be afraid, but she is invisible, so no beasts follow her.
To her credit, she has not been picked by the Crooked Pond serial ki