A Dream of Diversity

On a concrete tiled lot

everything is the same

umbrellas and tables alike

nothing has a name

In the shadows of umbrellas

she had a dream

in the pursuit of diversity

being free to scheme

Beginning to renovate

her mind started to spin

excited at the prospect

frown turned into a grin

Taking fabric

the umbrella is transformed

unique in character

no longer uniform

Plants appeared in the shade

color moving with the sun

leaves of different textures

one vine to run

Walking along the edge

someone else comes along

he has a dream

conformity is no longer strong

A little at a time

others that are unique

dare to make changes

no longer afraid to speak

copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce






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