Wallflowers

count the wallflowers? 1,2,3,4,5,
6...you can't count these wallflowers

they stick their lives on walls
not letting go
their deepest desires
lying on their teeth
covering their faces with
thick veils
and hats and masks
heavily tinted sunglasses at noon
and

funny, even at nighttime
at the bars
their bodies wrapped with leather
and wool

they do not dance with life
they fear taking the wrong step
or be laughed at
they are the spectators of the show
they say they are enjoying it somehow

no, they are stuffed toys,
on their comfort cabinets.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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