Like a solid blow to the head,
the new arrives—
Knocking me back,
onto/off my laurels,
with a bully shove, hard—
right in the heart
Falling on ass and elbows,
scraping gravel—-
thumped my head on a stone
and busted a tooth.
Change is like this sometimes.
And then,
feeling smacked
by the back of
life’s iron hand
and seeing stars
somehow
we rise back up
brush ourselves off
and meet it.
Seeing Stars
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