Standing
at the Edge
Standing
at the edge
where
I can no longer walk with dry feet
watching
the bands of tiny waves roll in over the sandspit
reclaiming
it into part of the lake, if only an inch deep
Thinking
about the story you told
Your
friend standing at the edge
of
the highway
watching
trucks roll by in rapid succesion
ready
to step
beyond
the boundaries
considering
what
I would deem unthinkable
I
stand mesmerized by the water
the
changing patterns,
life
moving ever on
wondering
at
the struggle, the emptiness
of
those who could think their life forfeitable
who
could think they had that choice
not
to stay
Radha
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