The squirrels chirped fatly on the sidewalk
Soup's hair flutters darkly in the breeze
Standing Still
Pretending they cant smell her.
Dark beady eyes star, watch carefully
Wary
She calls them lazy, fat, and stalks off pouting
"They were almost my friend!" she cries
and between the silliness and beyond the absurdity I can see
Her hopes and dreams standing aloof
Unsure whether they are shattered or simply existant.
Maybe she never found something solid to hold on to
so the silliness and laughter stays like something lost
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