You stopped me in the hall

and kindly asked, “How are you?”

We enjoyed our conversation

until your foot came into view

and I watched it flip the rug.

But what was unimaginable

is you left it flipped up

like some kind of animal.

I have stopped listening to you.

My thoughts have jumped the track

and I stop myself from asking,

“Are you going to fix that?”

You are not making a move

and still just chatting away.

I wonder, “Has the world gone mad?”

This certainly is not okay.

In time, you continue down the hall

and I fix the rug really fast.

The corner is no longer flipped

and I can relax again at last.  

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