Out Back

Over the gnarled roots

Where the path forces her to dance

There is a stump covered in black wire moss

Reminder of the closed-eye feel of an aging man’s stubbled face

The one who chases hibiscus hips to recover lost time, each breath a defiant haul

On the line, between here and fear; and she wonders if squirrels ever lose their balance

Taking a dizzying spill from the canopy, as under the foliaged Brise soleil, her knees strike the ground

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Sometimes things just don’t make sense. Find your own meaning.

 

 

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