Free on the Side of the Road

Free on the side of the road, she found me.

Sullen and crowded with my own bad thoughts.

Pinned with a rag tag, stating, ‘willing to relocate.’

Sitting there, baking in June’s humid sun.

‘I had been half baked’, so my ex had said.

And, the rest of my story…she had been willing to forego.

Chivalry is dead…or so they say.

But my ex-wife…had been willing to give me away.

Up until then, my spirit felt like a Hacky Sack.


whether this new accomplice to my true crime knew for certain…

What she was getting into or not.

She had been willing to pay the price and,

drive me off the lot.

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