A girl fell in the lane.
The sky was covered in thick
cream-puff clouds so low
the outdoors felt like a room.
A girl fell in the lane.
No sound of cracking branch or stick.
I stopped, the silence was so
deep, no birdsong broke the gloom.
A girl fell in the lane.
Red cobbles gleamed with rain,
in which she sat to see
her foot, bag dropped nearby.
A girl fell in the lane.
Some chilly people feigned
preoccupation, thought it'd be
her stooping, shoes to tie.
A girl fell in the lane.
She never looked to any face
that passed, nor made a sound
to break the day's silent refrain.
A girl fell in the lane.
I hurried to a dryer place.
What good to linger in a town
where girls fall lonely in the rain?
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