What Will Happen? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

What Will Happen?



Poinsettia's sitting on a counter top, red and still
blossoming in the light while this office is open.

What will happen as nighttime falls and everyone
goes home, leaving it in darkness?

Cold, alone and forgotten for the time being.

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