Saturday, June 29, 2013

campity camp camp camp

Blistering in the cracks,
the twisted black promise
drips with salt.
Double back, lock, fly,
"Don't look down."

Weathered trust reaches down;
wearied faith reaches up.
Calm whispers lilt over the shoulders . . .
loosen the fear rusted at the hips.
Red, clip, step off.


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