Falling
by June Nash
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All a blur of tangled feet
Mind on the ground soon to meet
Previous arm breaks, cause pause
Of reaching hands, pull in claws
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Realization starts to crop
I’m going down, cannot stop
Top of steps, they number two
Must resign, nothing can do
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Tumble, falling to the ground
Landing face first, earthward bound
Moaning on back, taking stock
Feel some pain, but mostly shock
June Nash 
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