The Fall

I happen to be cast a

different way

 

Molten like igneous

stone

 

I live on the boundary

where others won’t play

 

At the edge of the scary

unknown

 

The chess board on fire,

as the Russian sage smiles

 

With the questions the same

only more

 

All answers now servant,

as I step off the ledge

 

The fall better this time

—than before

 

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)

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