each day
you're slipping.
your feet
find moss
on the slate
pathway,
darkened
wet with rain.
only one word
spoken
into your ear
will do this.
like a tight
rope walker
you throw
your arms out
to wobble back
towards
balance,
steady and safe
on solid
ground. at
least for now.
but
watch your
step.
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