This is an improv off of "Reading Plato" by Jorie Graham. I am improving the beginning "This is the story of a beautiful lie."
This is the story of a beautiful lie,
that floats through the window
to be smashed by a tree branch.
I gritted my teeth, watched it fall
to the prickly bush below. Some
colored flower caught it, but that
doesn't matter. It didn't get up.
Back broken, I watched the left
side roll onto the grass and limp
knee crawl away. But it didn't get up.
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