《Strange world》Thank you note
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Pandemic piety proposes, and imposes, nonstop gratitude
Placatory proffering of thanks and awesomes, wows and really greats
Primitive emotion-lotion — if we all just bend down low, appreciate
whatever. . .maybe all the bad stuff, all the punishment, will go away?
So thank you, thanks so much for my very sudden fall today
Rushing down the city street to do a (timely/kindly/semi-saintly) act
mind distracted by yet another looming obligation to try to be of help
(to someone testy, harsh, and for those reasons all the more in need)
my sandal sought a secret sidewalk crack! and bang I fell full length
laid out face down, smashed forehead first on pallid grey cement,
brief summer dress shoved up, way up, bunched up above my waist
limbs frozen numb, no instant sense how deep wound-bruising went
Sugared thanking shows up quick, our instant lemonade —
Nice man braked! stopped his blue car, cried out, concerned for me!
Despite crash pain, within mere seconds getting up! felt quite unhurt!
Turned out one leg was bleeding, but. . .no bloodstains on my dress!
No rips! and best of all, a far-off memory awoke, quick fluttered in —
dark-haired, grey-eyed Antje, soignée lady we once knew
went to a naughty nightclub with my parents, so long ago in France
We eager offspring heard the tale a thousand times
how wild the dark place was — traditions there, turned out
included waiters brusquely yanking up some ladies' fancy frocks
as they flowed slowly through the crowded late-night joint
and, that dark night, dark Antje was the chosen one
Seems my sweet mother, just one step back, shrieked, horrified—
Seems Antje said 'Sank god am wearing my best lingerie tonight'
Smiled calmly, strode forth, coolly took her seat.
My underwear, displayed today — well, not my very best
no doubt not up to Antya's European élégance
Still nice enough, by chance a silky-soft pale pretty pink
not too naked, trimmed all around with matching lace
So as I realized that most of rearview me was outside, full exposed
struck down low so sudden on that busy gritty city street
shock seconds blurring past while I lay hurt, dimmed, stunned
before I strove, stretched, pushed up, untangled limbs & careful rose
Didn't really feel embarrassed! even had a silent timetrip laugh
so, really great, wow, awesome, thanks so v much for that.
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