a step
and stumble, grabbing
the rail
before
you fall face forward into
the concrete,
you blow out and whistle
and say,
that was close.
closer than the time
before that.
and then the dark
balloon cloud
appears
above your head, and you
wonder,
as i get older will
i catch myself the next
time
when i fall going
up or down these steps.
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