A Still Lady
So dainty how she held the tea cup,
sipping showing off manicured nails;
I walk in and fall with a thump;
Hot spots splotch a face that pales,
yet never do they hear me scream;
I secure the win as ‘Graceful’ fails;
So unrefined is how it may seem
meeting the floor with my face;
Channeling poise I quickly redeem;
Transformed by soft metamorphosis,
a still lady below the surface.
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