When they found her amputated
foot we remembered
who you
might have been
across the street
she stutter-stepped.
He raised our hand as if to wave
salute away. It went on his way
as if to call on someone else
then stopped
turned. I turned
too late to see them turn
fail to fall
crutch got in the way.
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