you’re supposed to look up
aren’t you
making your way,
but if you do,
you’re apt to miss the stone underfoot
wound up
ready
to shatter
your glass slipper
overlook the tar on the
feathers
beach poised to
gum your tread
fowl up
omit the crap left behind
set to coat
your tootsies
brown
end up
between a rock and a hard pace and
in this sense
or that
looking down is really looking up!
as you move forward
a lateral term for ladder and
synonymous with
what’s up…
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