there is
a trail
of bread crumbs
to your
house. someone
has followed
you home
and is sitting
on your porch.
she looks like
someone you
used to know.
she has a small
suitcase
beside her.
a yellow bird
in a golden
cage flutters
it's wings.
can i stay here
for a while
she says.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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