Broken
I awaken to
the sunlight.
Move in sync
with those
around me.
I am comfortable
with the rhythm.
Suddenly, the
day darkens.
I am jostled
forward, backward
side-to-side.
I hear others crack.
I bend, bend until
I break and fly
through the air,
turn and turn
then stop abruptly.
I stand, but am
not sure how to
get back up.
I like to take photographs after a storm. I couldn't resist this branch caught in a shrub.
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