Friday, January 13, 2017

Sitting Valentine

Lines end suddenly in poems
To remind us of the precipice
All around us and particularly
To precipitate a falling not just
A grounding but not even
That much of it needs to happen
If we are called to the edge
Of ourselves where we can sit
And look out knowing the cliff
Is inadequate if the climb
Has not been difficult
Our legs tell us to plunge
But our hands hold on
Even if it’s all just desert
And our hearts have gone

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