Poetry-Careful

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Breeze-stirred grassy meadow
Air soft with humid summer doldrums,
Unsaddled and skinny-dipped
Sun warmed and pinked pale skin.

Carefree, immortal, youth's folly.
Climbing trees far older and wiser,
Reaching out on desiccated limbs.
Shouted admonitions to be careful.

Sickening crack and free fall fast.
Turning in midair to land on my back,
Looking up from the base of tall grass
Fluffy clouds in a sea of cerulean.

Before the pain of blunt force-stunned lungs,
So peaceful staring up, not breathing.
Certainly this would be the only time
I would mistake Ohio for heaven.

(c) Stacie Ferrante
1-5-09