The Canyon
she sits and contemplates the edge
By Big DreamsPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Matteo Di Iorio on Unsplash
she sits at the edge
not peering below
her eyes glazed over
as if not fully there
but somewhere far away
not seeing
or feeling
the precipice
or caring if she did
the light is low
sending orange and pink
shafts of light
into the growing shadows
as the coolness of the air
slowly turns to cold
loose strands and tresses
fluttering along cheeks and forehead
and she doesn't bother
to brush them aside
instead
blinking away
the moisture of
a single tear
startled suddenly out of her reverie
she crunches sand
under the rugged brown leather boots
that are a size too big
they were his
like the sweater hanging loosely
around her shoulders
which she now wraps closely around her body
turns around
and
joins the living
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Big Dreams
Writer and artist who loves dogs, beaches, coffee and solitude
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