Does it matter how far someone falls,
Be it from grace or someplace
Closer to Earth?
Such as from the top of three concrete steps where,
At the bottom, you landed after I gave
The tricycle we shared a 'little'
Push with my foot.
Four pulled teeth and a quarter century later there's
Still an unspoken appology stuck
Somewehere under my shoe
Like warm gum.
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