Fort George Hill


My left foot pressed

against my right foot.

My legs are parallel 

to my arms.

                    Balanced on the edge, 

which is, 

twenty floors high

on Fort George Hill. 

                     Down below, 

conversationalists conversing.

And cars moving forward, 

Forward, only forward.  



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