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May 2011
step to the
edge
big evergreens
cedars
look strange from
on top
their scent wafts
smelling different
from on top
of a mountain
I know
that when I
fall it
isn't really
falling...
that in my
bed when
I land
my brain slams
back into the
pillow and my
body is safe
beneath the
blankets
but just in
case there
are air sharks
or sharp rocks
when I jump,
I will pinch
my nose.
copyright FHW, 2011
F White
Written by
F White
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