Cantilever
1
Night skitters over the mounds,
avoiding the blue flowers
She bears the horizon’s gold.
2
No one stands alone.
Our sky is of earth, dark
soil packed with the living.
3
I do not seek mercy.
The cliff frog chirps its song
and the fog closes in.
4
Suspended, hope
wraps around her,
one foot on the ground.
O at the Edges 
How lovely are these, Bob! #2 & #3 are my favourites. Cantilever makes me feel suspended in time.
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I have no idea where these originated. They weren’t, and then they were. 🙂
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Best way! You are the ultimate man of mystery🤓
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Ha!
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Mysterious … especially #4 pondering whether that foot on the ground belongs to “her” or to Hope. (A likely dubious differentiation in most cases.)
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Ha! I wonder about that, too. Perspective seems to shift with the years.
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