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

touched

palm to palm

danced circles

in the piazza

Forget your thoughts

and when someone speaks

listen.


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4 thoughts on “At the Edge

  1. beautiful imagery of your poem, smiles.

    How are you?
    Welcome join poets rally week 48 today,
    Awesome poetry you have here, keep it up.
    Blessings.
    Hope to see you share.
    simply visit me and make a comment under the post after linking in your entry.
    xoxox

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