Homeless

I used to see them sitting

under their leafy roofs, 

those forest fairies

stitching their summer dresses

of poppy and mallow petals

with long silk threads 

as the smiling spiders spun.

I used to see them collecting

armfuls of meadow sweet

to stuff their nighttime mattresses,

making doorways in their new

toadstool homes with sharp stones.

But now the toadstools are growing

so quickly

and so tall, 

too tall 

for them.

They’re homeless now

and no one sees the homeless.

So no one sees fairies anymore.

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