The proverbial Greek heel

 
Clatter and
commotion.

Raised it above your head,
smiled,
sent it crashing
to the ground.
Tin-can crash sounds
climbed
the decibels
like ladder rungs,
eager to reach the top
and deafen my spirits.

You found the blind spots
somehow.
I never saw
the glint of the sun
bounding
for my eyes,
orange signs covered
by trash bags.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Peter Gabriel, Big Time