to twist your ankle
on the wet
grass, stepping into a shallow
spot
unseen.
it turns and you go
down.
you let out a scream.
it swells.
you put ice on it.
you elevate it.
you have it x-rayed.
people call to see
if you're okay.
they bring you
sweets,
cakes and pies,
soups.
sandwiches that they made.
they want to stop
by during the day
to help you
with things.
to see if you need anything.
they show you love
and empathy.
which makes me think
why didn't
i twist my ankles sooner.
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