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A Stray
March 22, 2010
Here it sits alone
Crunchy and colorless
Once upon a time i was green
I was full of
Life
then
Hip and all
I would hang with others
Now I'm crawled up away from the cold
Fragile but useful
Again and again I've seen the cycle restart
that is until
It's my turn
A rainbow I was
Energetic and full of beauty
I crumble as I try to hold my shape
But
Others are willing to transform me
I could be every color you had in your closet
But
Now as I look down I'm dull and barley existing
The more I remember
the more I crumble
the less I become.
© Mary A., Fullerton, CA
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