• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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Don’t Fall

How long can we hold this?
Will anyone notice?
Don’t laugh. Don’t smile.
Don’t fall.

Where are all the riders?
Will they use our platform?
Don’t wiggle. Don’t giggle.
Don’t fall.

Why is the light green?
Do you think we’ll be seen?
Don’t speak. Don’t freak.
Don’t fall.

I now know the answer—
we’re great Broadway dancers.
A scout will soon see us,
our fortunes will greet us.
We’ll stand up so straight,
and have food on our plate,
ride the subway with ease,
help our backs (and our knees).
Don’t despair. Almost there.
Don’t fall.