The blackened stumps

of sad neglect

stare out from cracked

and shrunken lips.


A hoarse request

for change, is inaudible

above the noise

of the traffic.


The sad smile

and extended hand

tell of her need.


Watery eyes match

the spot of spittle

hanging in the corner

of a mouth,

slack and weak.

◄ Adam

Alone in the Garden ►


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