The Line
Do not cross that line.
Go right to the edge,
back away
survive to draw another line
another day.
Sand is unreliable,
it shifts perspective
makes lines squiggle,
disappear
come back red with blood.
Sail not too close to the wind
that blustery vortex
has an invisible line
that runs through it,
for there be dragons.
Don't cross that line
even if
it's only a thought in your head.
Do not.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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