Seen and Not Heard In the Park

Dirty, disabled and abandoned
they poked out from
a pile of dusty pine needles
useless
and for some nonsensical reason,
I placed them in a zip lock bag,
as if they were a fragile cocoon
about to become a flying beauty
or a courtroom DNA sample
from a murder scene.
There’s no understanding,
most times,
as to why I do the things I do,
save the things I save,
but things, like people,
have their stories.
and if these battered,
one-eyed sunglasses could talk,
I bet they’d say more
than what they were good for,
on a sunny day in the park

Jean E. Taddonio

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About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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