my mother bruises easily cobblestones in San Miguel felled her i was there but too far to catch her to hold her elbow knee knotted hand swollen an inflated leathery latex glove her glasses hid her color erupted eye wine dark echo dimmed & darkened from the original fluorescent burst of the original fall the first day yellow green rimmed the point of contact right hand outer knee wrapped & clothed unseen her eye alone bruised to the bone reveals & reminds me to watch my step & hers
PS She’s fine. Really. I saw her just the other day. This fall happened twenty years ago.