A consolation prize
When he did not win What he truly wanted Gone unnoticed For lack of drama Whole without rescuing Garnering no attention Trapeze girls intercede With their skillful glances Her quietness overlooked Like washed out photos On egg-shell painted walls One tacky petal Slowly disappearing On a grandmother couch Disregarding her worth A carnival token Never his first choice
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