oh, she falls over
yes she falls over, no
nobody knows why
she's out like a switch
like a finger snap
like a ginger snap
she's going to break her head some day
she's going to crack
her skull one time,
except somehow
she always finds her way
she guides her way as she falls, center stage
whether no one's around or not,
she's down
and out like a light,
sleeping sound with a smile
on her face and dreaming. Ten, twenty
minutes or an hour or more
later,
she will wake up,
sit up, arch back, and stretch -
as if refreshed, then get up from the grass,
or the path,
or the parking lot,
or the sidewalk,
the street,
or the floor,
wherever she was when she happened to fall,
and she takes a deep breath,
and she starts walking fast
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