Edge
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Edge
The Edge,
or rather the Edgewood...
is a place, not a thing.
It is near the bridge,
but not quite under it.
It is quiet,
and full of only the "sounds",
that rarely choose to exist.
Bring a tablet,
a pen,
a paper,
a pencil...
colored markers,
an eraser... too, if you dare.
But be ready to take things down,
as they pass by,
captured only for their beauty,
and not disturbed,
but cherished for their
existence.
Come to the Edge,
and lien out,
but never step over,
without your wings.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2023
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