You’re over it
You’ve been up and up and down the far side
And you’ve seen the fair vistas
below you
The path fine-grained and soft
pine-needle woven
sunlit, great suspension bridge cabled on
the bones of the world
vaulted over lava
You crossed
with your eyes heavenward
Always yearning
Chin up.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
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