“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
Sad girl
standing in the playground with large searching eyes
looking for a kind word
to collect and keep in a box under the bed
a part of the circle seems chipped off
and the connection is intermittent
so she looks all the time
sad girl
sharing her lunch with the birds because nobody else is near
no matter how hard she concentrates she can’t make them understand
and she cannot make them stay and sing with her
they are afraid of her giantness
birds don’t know sad
sad woman
typing in an office and looking…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 