Sunday, April 25, 2004
Rupe
Held tight - the rail - grasped firm to life
A cozy, mirrored stream
But gaze below - the crashing tide
Chaotic flow - Amid a raft, a sake
Hold tight or plunge - that wooden rail -
To chance the bow below
So close to certain - so far to fail
If fingers lift from fate
If notion fails - the boat-
To catch - A slippery slide at waters depths
To drown - an unmarked wake
But slide - though splinters warn the skin
While pain - distract by sky, by bird
By passerby - Can neither win?
When right is but a distant friend
That finds her way too late
A choice! A blistered, callous choice
No solace in the vague
except the mark to choose the craft
The rail or the gate
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