Waiting at the edge of the world

June 28, 2012
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There is a little crevice where you can stand
– hang on, it’s wobbly! –

and watch the hazy clouds drift by.
The soft pitter-patter
of your heart quickens;
the air is fresh like razors

sharpened after a morning shave.
You feel a push
a steady, slow
“here you go!”

and you are falling
slipping off
ceasing to exist
letting go –


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Sue S. said...
Jul. 11, 2012 at 9:16 pm
I love your choice of words. Good job!
JPeterson1 said...
Jul. 11, 2012 at 9:15 pm
Beautifully written, very poetic!
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