you see an old girl
friend on the road,
it's a yellow road,
bricked, in fact.
her shoes stick out
from under a house.
you can see them begin
to curl in her
green striped socks.
you lean over to say
hello, but there is
no answer. she
refuses to take your
calls, or text you
back, and even now,
while stuck under a house,
she's quiet and silent
as a grey church mouse.
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