The snow and ice
crunches under our feet
as we rush,
gathering against the building.
I hear someone ask
What happened?
Our Beloved Sister
fell down the stairs
a shelless turtle, wrinkled
and helpless, slipped off of
a mossy log
off a stair
wet with ice.
Pulled out on the stretcher,
back into her shell
with the red lights flashing.















Devious Comments
It's sort of my first real poem.
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Could it be seen; caught in the eye.
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