Following aimless Michael through the village
boutique house fronts in pastel with novelty letterboxes
short shrubs and lost puppies digging up the garden beds
tiny village main road Michael walked along
little soft toy bear in hands
Glum face up to the clouds then back to the road
the bear dropped to the pavement
Civilized concrete surface
Alone in that town for three hundred years
Just walking like a lost ant separated from it's colony
Not one neighbor comes to the window or door
Even as he whimpers aimless on the beat
this is his piece of heaven
he is saved but it numbs him
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