on the side of road,
she seems
to be wandering.
lost perhaps.
i pull over and roll
down the window
and ask,
are you okay?
are you lost?
she looks at me and
offers just a short
moo, then continues
on.
i'd give you a lift,
i tell her
rolling up to her as
she moves,
but as you can see,
i just don't have
the room.
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