Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Prompt 25: a falling poem

Every time I leave by that door
I look up. You haven't moved.
Once or twice I've knocked
a line and you've kinda winced
with your whole body
and all eight legs.

Each time I slide the door open
I think: Don't look down!
Don't fall on me!
I'm kidding myself.
No matter how often I pass
under, you just won't fall for it!

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