Poetry
by Phil Brown
An Old Woman Falls In A Crowd
She is at that
indiscreet age
when the limbs
have a mind of their own
or no mind at all.
The blush of youth
is now the hue of embarrassment
as her infirmity become apparent.
When she begins to topple
the crowd pulls back
and watches,
shocked at first.
Someone rushes forward
to help her up (stirred by love or fear?).
There is something bitter-sweet
in her frailty,
something familiar
in her fall.
by Phil Brown
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