I started walking and never knew
One step could change my destination
One moment captured
Like a butterfly in cubby hands poised
For peeking
One moment framed in sweating flesh
Frozen in the last frantic flap
Before death
One moment kept sempeternally silent
Quickly stilled
By shuttered eye
One moment taken out of time
To be preserved
And examined later
One moment waited for with bated breath
Like the world waited
For Armstrong’s first step
One moment I took forgranted
but he stopped,
like his heart stopped
as I stumbled forward face to grass-
One step for me, but a giant leap for dad
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