40-Word Years
Short Thoughts: Those who shape and those moments that did.
Monday, October 13, 2008
220x365 - she who picked me up
on an ice patch I slipped, a spectacle of sprayed limbs,
onto my duff.
a small middle-aged woman hoisted me up by the elbow
dusted reflexively, matter-of-factly inquired
fine?
as if falling/help were non-events.
expecting no thanks, bustled off.
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