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Topic: Breathe, and I'll Drift Away
by Amanda J CobbI am teetering,
poised on the edge of a sharp blade of grass
between clouds and concrete -
rife with tension and calm,
a breath away from flight or fall.
I have achieved
perfect, dangerous balance.
And you,
hurtling on a course
set to slam into me,
don't have the courtesy
to let me first discover
if my wings are made of wax or lead. 02/05/2004 Author's Note: Topic from Lindsay Sanders. I enjoy this one. One of my I-was-already-in-bed-and-had-to-get-up-again-to-write-it-down poems. I have a lot of those. Published in my college's literary magazine, Pulse.
Posted on 02/05/2004
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