In the backseat of the minivan
I took a vow of silence -
a teenage adaption of running away from
home-
sitting quiet
like waiting with bated breath on
the side of house
listening for any hint of
where did she get off to?
Plopping down on damp leaves
when knees get worn down from
squatting one hand on the linoleum siding to
keep from falling over.
Sounds lull on and on with no
mention of me.
Then
suddenly there's Poughkeepsie.
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