Humpty Dumpty

By Rebekah Keaton

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This morning she saw you tumble down
the stone wall. She scrambles to inspect
for scraped knees, soft blood. You are
perfect, unmarred.  No scar to tell.
She scoops you back up.  You straddle
the bridge rails.  Toss pebbles
that ripple across her taut skin.
A picnic of fried chicken and cool
sweet tea, how easy to forget the sun
can slow burn, reflect off the heavy marsh,
and make murky the foretelling:
how fragile this bassinet of bone and blood.

Rebekah Keaton