The Hitchhiker
It's dark and i'm tired
dazed with flickering lights.
I see a flowing robe
in the middle of the road,
with a thumb out for a ride.
I slow to see - a car pulls over,
my sister who has been gone
picks up the robe and
goes the other way.
With his hands he gives direction
she pays no attention, and
takes him far away.That is
why the black cat which ran into
the street turned around with fear
when hit by the light.
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