Poem: Falling

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

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