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Sep 2011
hand
                    over
                                    hand

step       by step

crossing this wretched foot bridge

large          g ap  s                   loom

don't look down
         down
down

towards the scrabbling masses
reaching up
                          up
                                                 up

to
tear you from your perch

head up
      hands on the rope
         your feet walking in faith.

only then,

will you reach

your
   heart's
        desire.
When I was four or five, I watched my father walk across a rickety old foot bridge with missing slats across a huge ravine. This memory has been replaying itself in my head quite a lot of late and this is what came of it in my writing.
Judy Ponceby
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Judy Ponceby  Ohio, USA
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