Loose Gravel

Loose gravel under my shoe.

I skid, fell

Hard on the hand holding my phone.

Nothing hurt.

I sat on the road

Looking through a new point of view.

The world looks quite different

Once stature shortened.

Brushing dust I stood up,

Stepping gingerly, walked away;

Mental gravel collected earlier

Scraped head and heart.

No damage, I consoled myself;

Later noticed the cracked glass.

The phone still works.

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