Deja Vu

Tears water the flowers 
That sit in a glass vase 
Upon the kitchen window sill

A sky sits above a green garden
That bring a subtle cover 
To protect our souls 

A child plays outside 
Yet inside she is screaming 
For spider anxiety has struck 

Night falls on 12th street 
As the tired clock 
Ticks and ticks 

Sunrise arrives 
A sense of déjàvu, 
Perhaps.