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Balancing delicately on three
two wobbly, bent and infirm
the other, straight as a wooden stick
and indeed it was a wooden cane

she waltzed in
marching up and then down
back and then forth

nearing the door, then fearing the door
in the same manner she had approached
she unappoached the nondescript portal
at the end of the narrow corridor

Each time, every time
the tempo of two clicks and a thump
quickened
the clicks, like stilettos on hardwood flooring
the thump, like a "one drop" bass drum beat

tick tick doom
tick tick doom

 

rose higher and higher
and then fell, lower and lower

wobbly and all
She was as excited
as I have ever seen her