Walking home
in your transplant city,
you witness
the aftermath of a fall.
The sugary powder
of snow leaves
thin coats on cracked sidewalks
made of broken brick.
The presumed slippery patch
of ice underneath
must have caused the victim
to smooth out this layer of snow
with a stretch of their leg, a glide.
When they got up,
they were probably fine.
A little sore and shaken up
that their leg could stretch out that far.
You may be the only witness
before more flurries
will blanket the victim's wreckage.
You stand over the aftermath
and see an artist's tool,
a paintbrush.
All you can think
of is how this artist
could have walked away
from their masterpiece.
How they could just leave
the piece behind for a
wandering writer
to stop and stare.
Then, she would share
how the aftermath of a fall
leaves behind a mark;
a scar in the snow.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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