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I feel the effect
Of your neglect
But that’s something you’ll never see
When you don’t ever look at me
Here where the town has gone
The final kerbside flush
Against the straggled ends
Of summer weeds

Above the tarmacked hills
Cars fall and rise  
Ever casting pinpricked lights
They navigate the starless nights

Each time we stooped
Inside that parabolic arch
We left chalk marks
With our restless feet

Perhaps we sought
A turning point
A way to stifle down all thought
Of when our road might start
Here's to guesswork
which actually
is a lot easier
than real work
but
doesn't pay as much.

Don't be taken in
by a bag of crisps
a crap sandwich
and a fizzy water,
I am the real deal
and worth more than
six quid
or seven quid if you're
in the airport.

Such as it is
it is and could be more.

that's my offering
take it or not,
but
to be honest
that's all I got
at this time.
Can be bitter,
But it liberates.
18/5/2024
☘️☘️☘️

It's wonderful to be
a freshly blooming rose,
seen by everyone's eyes
given special names,
and compared with other
grown blooms.

But...

I'd rather be free from
everyone's attention,
i prefer to grow, to bloom
without much effort,
to sprout amongst the grass,
on some random garden spots,
to persist to exist, to breathe
even among crevices.

I'd rather be a wildflower
unannounced, unmaintained
yet, beautifully unique,
and with much freedom.

Upon me, others may tread,
but, i persevere,
in due time, i rise again.


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
MAY 16, 2024
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