this was the second Leap in six he tripped over

he made excuses for the first  his

feet

too sodden  mudlike

he couldnt lift them                             

                couldnt articulate his ankles and knees to how high he had to jump

and by this Leap
 

hed forgotten his failure at the last

he may have assumed the interceding years would have made him at ease

but arriving again

again  he

couldnt get up and clear it

he couldnt Leap

maybe he never would  his

feet

mired in wet sand or concrete

denying him firm footing

                    denying him to square them with his shoulders squat deep

and Leap high

 

suddenly he was fatigued 

                           

his brothers humour his odd laughter rising in his ears echoing in his head didnt help

  

he thought those memories would have helped lift him

he  felt

hobbled 

crippled


burdened


his brother was gone 

he couldnt give him a hand up

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