Poem: Falling


by June Nash


All a blur of tangled feet

Mind on the ground soon to meet

Previous arm breaks, cause pause

Of reaching hands, pull in claws


Realization starts to crop

I’m going down, cannot stop

Top of steps, they number two

Must resign, nothing can do


Tumble, falling to the ground

Landing face first, earthward bound

Moaning on back, taking stock

Feel some pain, but mostly shock

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