Florida


Outside they sit in wheelchairs
like potted plants
in the sun
Moving every so often
to catch the rays
as the sun moves slowly around them
Inside they sit
waiting for the phone to ring
like a flower sits
waiting for life giving rain
Many are imported
Hoping that a more favorable
soil or climate
might give them a few more seasons
In the end
they wither
and go to their final planting

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