you're slipping.
there's ice
on the curb
on the corner,
the puddles
are frozen solid
into slick
traps awaiting
your quick
shoes and
careless walking
about.
the world is like
that
if you don't
pay attention.
you are always
one patch
of ice from
falling on your
face, humbling
you, daring you
to get back
up and go on.
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