‌A poem in remembrance of Avani’s fall

Oh no troppo Haribo et vino and lo below

she fell

pow wow

an eyebrow ploughed through

It bled

bad/sad that trad bedstead instead of lead her head

with sponge

marshmallow cotton wool or just pillow could

have caught her flight

and landed her like a plane on a windless strip at the start of a two week fully inclusive break in somewhere lovely.

February 22, 2022