It’s hard to believe I didn’t see
the sidewalk turned into a skating rink.
That I walked carefree and light and bright,
the car in sight, on that sparkling starry night.
That I wasn’t thinking about the storm,
the freezing rain,
or the tumbling temperature.
That I didn’t have
my gloves,
or grippers,
or even have a hat.
Until, heels over head,
I tipped and slipped and swayed
into a rumble tumble tangle on the ice.
It’s hard to believe
I didn’t break a bone
or wrench a wrist
or harm my head.
And thanks to Dr. DuGuay,
the slice upon my palm is healing fine.
The only damage appears to be,
a crack, in my youthful shield of invincibility,
the loss of casual from my cool,
the spring that’s fled out of my step,
and the smugness, gone now from my gait.
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