The flower that grows
In the terra cotta pot
By the garage door
Had the audacity
To bloom today.

It mocks me
As I stand here
Gloomy and depressed.
Through eyes of brown,
I stare vacantly
At my life.
And still
The flower
Continues to bloom.
While I stare at its’
Impudence, wishing
It would
Wither and die.