No Lunch

The highlight of today I thought would be
a lunch date with a friend, a mile away.
I set out walking thinking I would see
her face and taste good food and we’d relay
the latest news on hormones, bones and knee.
But then I got the call of disarray –
she took a fall, by tripping I suppose.
The list may now include a broken nose.

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