Edge At Night
At the edge
I stand while daring the
glass that lies
flat and shiny
before me, a sheet
reflecting the moon that
lies bright in the night
in the woods crippled with
crickets behind me.
Boots that tripped on rocks and
twigs all through the day that I
spent wading through the
branches that snapped back at me
as I broke them.
At least they acknowledged me.
Some of those rocks and stones
now line my pockets.
In the daytime I saw them sparkle.
In the daytime I felt their weight.
Mud looks the same whenever
you look at it.
But I’ve never seen it at the bottom of a lake.
I’ve never seen it at midnight.
Ripples in the dark now as I
take a look
take a peak
take a slip
under.
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