Tap Tackle
- Teresa Durran
- Jul 8, 2018
- 1 min read
A sly, low, blow is sometimes enough
To destroy your equilibrium.
Keen feet may propel you some distance,
The descent may be delayed. But
As the grass rises up to claim you,
As you lose balance, and cease resistance
In slow motion, as the ground finally hits your face
The fall feels an inevitable, earthy embrace
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