Balance
It is many months since I fell,
Going down hard on the sidewalk
Unable to rise unaided
The bruises on my face become
A topic of conversation for strangers.
The checker at the grocery store asks
"Well, who beat you up?"
Copyright © Harriet Perlis | Year Posted 2010
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