Pity Poem

I feel sorrow
for the little
poem
trying to make
its way
scratch its way
into the world

time and time
again
I send it out

I loved it so
when I conceived
of it
such a nice
little play on words
I had never
recited before

time and time
again
the poor little poem
gets sent back to me

abandoned child
orphan
without a home

until finally
someone kind
takes it in

giving it a plush
pillow home
to live and breathe
in.

 

Los Angeles, CA