I
Amid the orange resin flower-pot
The one object that did not belong
Was the pink plastic flamingo
II
I stared into the eyes
Of the pink plastic flamingo
And she blankly stared back
She had no emotions.
III
Her eyes could never shut.
The pink plastic flamingo could never sleep.
IV
The lush lawn
Was where she belonged
The classroom
Is her prison
V
The pink plastic flamingo’s legs are rigid.
Her legs are numb.
No matter what the circumstance
Her legs are rooted.
VI
The loneliness is inside the pink plastic flamingo
The isolation feels perpetual
Only memories of the outside, of her flock
Occupy her ever-changing mind
VII
She has become part of the ambiance
She is intertwined with