Very plain when you first glance at it,
but you have to take the time to see if there’s something there.
Smiling up at me making a silly face,
dust and dirt residue rim the glassy edges,
Although it might not be pretty it’s not ugly.
It wants completion,
the need to be useful painted right on the surface.
For it has a want to be liked,
to be seen and called interesting,
to be looked upon and called lovely.
Its colorless pigment is bright as day,
and the bouquets,
put on display even if they’re plastic.
Bundles of sapphire blue and emerald green,
whether or not you can smell them won’t make a difference.
It knows it’s better than having nothing to show off,
and that being something is better than being nothing.
An ordinary vase.