Tripping by Amanda ConlogueA child chasing
Butterflies with a mason jar
That momma gave
Running through
Fields in pursuit
Uneven ground
I trip and fall
Into the grass
Mason jar flying
From my hand
Sound of shattered glass
As it hits the ground
And I cringe in
Embarrassment and shame
Frowning
I walk the long way home
12/05/1996 Posted on 01/24/2003 Copyright © 2025 Amanda Conlogue
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