How High

How High

 

Clouds are neighbors

Birds are friends

Meer seconds until we meet again

 

Fear may invoke

Do not look down

Walkers press the mesh to the ground

 

Anticipation builds

Stomach drops

Lighter than a beer with hops

 

Bounding leaps

Moments travel

Strong unless I hit the gravel

 

Uplifting in the most literal way

The higher the lift the less I weigh

 

 

 

L.S. Palmer 

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