It hid in my grocery cart and sifted
Through the plastic bags of yams,
Cans of soup.
and then it hid in the soles of my shoes
Climbed into my flower beds and stayed
To the rain's yellow music
Clogging my drainpipes. But it didn't mean to
Cause any trouble, by that awful smile.
It was only doing what it was told;
Which was, frankly, to abide.

The End

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