You're on the edge of a plateau overlooking a valley of hoodoos
dusted with remnants of yesterday's snowfall.
Predawn light is faint, cold; the air shivers in short gusts of wind.
In a century, the platform your feet are on will not be there,
eroded by air and water down the cliff face's arches
like frames of a cathedral's stained glass windows.
He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.
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Thank you so much!
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You are such a talented poet. Beautifully crafted words.
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Thank you for your kind words! It means so much!
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You are welcome, Espinosa. Honestly, I found your poems very deep.
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I greatly appreciate it! I’m glad you were able to connect with my writing at all.
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I like the vivid imagery.
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Thank you so much!!
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Very nice ME. Bryce is a special place – like the imagery.
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Agreed! Thank you so much!
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Very nice
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You have talent
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