The Edge

It’s a small world.

But it’s a long way when you fall

off its Edge.

A drop so deep,

so vast as to torture even

the stoutest diver.

We all must take the plunge -

someday.

We crawl up to the edge,

as we peer over…

trembling as our friends leap

giggling in joy out into the

void

full knowing there might not

be a ground.

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Her

Spring visions, Apricot kisses-

coffee stained conversations

about art, love, sex and

dreams.

All shatter the illusion of age,

maturity and breath of

knowledge.

You’ve never met her,

yet you know her…

She stands next to you

and you quiver,

Lost in her presence.

She smiles and the rain clings

to life for a beat longer -

delaying it’s untimely

destruction on the pavement

beneath her -

All for one more chance at the

sound of her

laughter.