I saw my best friend walk a fence.
She hurtled up onto the first post,
Stumbling but laughing with each baby-step.
She grew more steady,
But the fence
Rotted a little more everyday.
Yesterday, I saw her fall.
She fell off that wood fence
By a push that came.
I don’t know from where.
No outer bruises on her skin,
But I may have felt a broken rib
Somewhere just below the heart.
I felt my rib to see the difference,
Only to find that
My rib was broken too,
But I never realized I was climbing
That rickety old fence,
Staggering along, too.
CLR
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