Earth
Tremor and
stone
beset upon the calm.
Now water
lines the road’s
bed, and we see
no means to pass.
Even so
you break what falls.
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This first appeared in Ijagun Poetry Journal in December 2013, and is also included in my micro-chapbook, You Break What Falls, available (free of charge) for download from the Origami Poems Project: http://www.origamipoems.com/poets/236-robert-okaji
O at the Edges 
Ah, an origami-book I didn’t have yet! Feels like we do nothing but break falls these days. Hoping all your bones are in place.
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I hope you are well, SJ. My bones are intact, and good health is returning.
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Good to hear, RO. I’m holding up. ^_^
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