Propped up against the wall
A piece of art waiting to get flaunted.
It’s been there for a while. Not weeks..
But months or maybe even a year.
Turned dusty but still pretty.
An image that was picked out of the so many
To fill a space on that big blank cold wall.
What a shame, for it to be picked
Without serving its reason,
Without filling that space.
The colors are as bright
But remaining still and dusty
Against the wall.
