she
sits alone
many of
the people she knewbefriended her and she them,
they’ve left now to somewhere beyond
the
peddles of the yellow jonquil flower open
a closed bud just before, now it reaches for the sunbut soon the winter comes and the grey covers the light
she’s
just passing through in this world where pain and
suffering
is abundant yet some good and some joyis found in the hearts of a few as they share
bread and a glass of wine or two
she
sits alone now listening to the doves coo
the
little bread and crumbs left to hershe shares with her winged friends
breaths left, she has but few
just passing through
