Jesse Colton Fowler
Plant On A Windowsill - Poem by Jesse Colton Fowler
Sit on your windowsill,
look at outside,
your sad reflection in the glass,
don't you want to take part in it?
There are flowers blooming,
worms and mushrooms feasting.
But I don't think you're native.
You know you wouldn't make it.
But I'm right here with you.
You know I wouldn't make it, either.
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