WASTE A splash of fresh water, Poured from a hand-painted pastel can. A window seat, One with a sweeping view of the fields below, One where the sunlight seeps in through the cracks in the blinds. A daily good morning, a kiss goodnight, A rosy blush, a satisfied smile, A contented sigh, a rush of Love. I’m happy in my window seat, Taking in the sun every day, Growing taller every second. But even with all this Love, I fear I’ll grow into, not a beaming sunflower, A blushing rose, a mighty oak, A lush, towering sycamore, But a ratty, forgotten, Weed.
Story by Stephanie Cobb Illustration by Matina Mahasantipiya Design by Erin McLoughlin
SPRING 2020
27
