Poetry (Day 296): Risk

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Risk

 

We worry about children
falling off skateboards
and out of trees.
We worry about them
cutting their fingers
and falling
down the stairs.

And yet every day

adults cross the road
and drive in cars
and fly in planes
at speeds unheard of
a hundred years ago.

And every day

adults smile at strangers
and reach out
across razor-wire fences of anxiousness
to fall in love.

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