A Red Straw
Stuck through a lid to deliver
the goodness of the drink within the cup.
Used, abused, chewed, and shared.
The once appreciated straw is left:
discarded and broken on the lawn.
Still dripping in red goo,
the straw prays to be recycled and reused,
when it finds itself between two fingers
of a girl dressed in yellow.
We dream of being picked up
and taken into loving, caring hands,
to help us recover from the use and abuse
and brokeness of being
a straw left broken and discarded on the lawn.
many days, I am the straw.
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