Saturday, April 1, 2017

free fall

you had little fear
of heights
until you fell from roof
to ground,
yet survived.
it wasn't your time
to die, maybe an angel
steered you
down, lowered your
body to a safe soft bed
of grass, a soiled
mound.
as with love
and marriage, there was
no fear there as
well. but such heights are
left alone now,
your feet planted
firmly on the ground.

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