Two Lenses
skipping ...leaping from rock to rock
along the edge of the sea
my head in the clouds
my soul alight
my blond hair ..a golden river flowing through the fingers of the air
behind me
fragile brittle careful teetering on flat cement sidewalks
the distance of the cracks seems dark and cavernous....Grand Canyon like
a yawing ...hungry abyss with fingered tendrils reaching for the toes of my shoes
grasping at my glass ankles
ravenous ...longing to trip break pull me down
those rocks...those great granite boulders are mocking mountains now
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