Me On Top
of life's mountain
where heat crackles rock
and spews word splinters so
brittle and broken my perch
races me down, down ~ Hawk! Morning
Dove! Grab my two hands! Lend me your winged-
way down and Sisyphus-like I will climb ...
Posted for Hedgewitch's Weekend Mini-Challenge: Etheree(al) at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. And put in the Poets United Poetry Pantry #161.
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