Monday, September 13, 2021

Voice of the Falls


I swing my feet from the wooden bridge

And want to fling a clog off into the rushing below

But what would I do with only one shoe?

So I rethink my desire

 

Raising up toward a blue glimpse

The evergreen whispers, “Come closer.”

That message, pure, clear and deep

Resonates my necessary sorrow

Which pulls the weight of an entire universe

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