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Falling Down, November 2004
- Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
twirled across the kitchen floor,
singing nonsense words
in her own key.
"It's my gift!" she declared
to the world at large, which
was really only me,
sitting at the table. Enough
twirling, and she lost
her balance, tumbling
to the floor in a theatrical
slapstick of elbows and knees.
She lay on her back
for a few seconds,
staring
at the textured ceiling
with the mysterious
spaghetti sauce stain.
Suddenly she
began
flapping her arms and legs
there on the floor, as if to swish
the imaginary snow
into a snow angel.
"Falling down is also a gift!" says she.
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