I walked hugged by morning sun and frangipani.
My favorite path, worn hard by purposeful feet
Turned a pebble to sly and silent traitor.
A twist, a fall
Right ankle, loyal, now betrayed,
A chip of bone in silence laid.
When I heal, I’ll walk once more,
Past bougainvillea blush and on pebbled floor.
I’ll remember how life can bend
And still
Somehow
Begin again.
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