At the Edge

At the Edge

When at the edge of a mountain

you should do nothing but look

after climbing a tower see the

people ways

hallways through stone

down to the Great oval circles scribed in Sienna

When conversations don’t need works

and the world in different languages

appreciates dancing

hands speak


palm to palm

danced circles

in the piazza

Forget your thoughts

and when someone speaks


4 replies on “At the Edge”

beautiful imagery of your poem, smiles.

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