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About This Poem
LIKE A SLINKY
I walk to the edge of the platform
Looking far
Down the descending steps
Knowing the bottom is somewhere out there
And without thinking too much
Move outward
My black right shoe
Goes forward and down
Followed by the right cuff
Of my black twill tweed trousers
Leading the rest of me
Like a slinky
My right hand
Grasps the right handrail
For some sense of stability
And control
If only to slow down my descent
To the bottom
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