I hit the ground, my legs and  flailing.

Down the embankment of cinder and gravel I rolled, until scrub oak and sumac stopped my . I lay staring up at the night sky, listening to the train roll away.
 
As my breath  and my heart stopped its pounding, I could  the unmistakable wheezing of an accordion .
 
I hobbled through the brush, following the sound of a polka towards the faint glow of firelight.
  ANSWERS  arms fall slowed hear