Thursday, November 18, 2021

ready for what's next

they're not war wounds,
exactly.
but the day to day
collateral
damage of work and play,
of careless walking
into doors.
who hasn't stepped of a curb
and twisted a knee.
slipped on a sheet of ice,
bruising our head.
who hasn't rolled out of bed
to trip on a shoe or dog,
or glass from
last nights martini.
to the bathroom we go
for aspirin,  a cold compress,
a bandage or two,
and we're put back
together,
ready for what's next.

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