Animated Poetry by Katie Rose Waechter

The flower with a Dream

I watch the flower
on the lady’s shirt in front of me
float away,
But every time I look back
there it still lays.
Forever stuck in a sea of cotton,
pretending to be free
with petals shaped to move.
The flower sees me looking.
Me, moving freely.
And it almost turns green with envy
but not really because
its color can never change
while it lays on the cotton shirt.
Perhaps one day it will learn
to move.
I doubt it
but who am I to stifle dreams.

– Katie Rose Waechter

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