Friday, September 19, 2014

After the Fall

After the Fall

I tiptoe ’round the coffee shop—
I fell there recently.
At home I grab the shower bar
As if it sought to flee.

A rumpled rug’s a Claymore mine
Concealed on battlefields.
A sidewalk thick with fallen leaves?
More slick banana peels.

The books I’ve piled around my desk—
The notebooks, magazines—
Are lying there to catch a toe,
They're accident machines.

On stairs, my friend’s the bannister—
I clasp it like a love
As I descend so cautiously
From rooms that lie above.

I must be very circumspect—
A fall, a break, a cast!
But also there's the dismal thought:
Next fall could be my last.


I saw her at the Rathskeller
Her looks made me a happy feller.

Shakespeare Couplet: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (45)

And Theseus asks, “What revels are at hand?”
They'll soon see “Pyramus”in style so … grand? (5.1)

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