Emptying My Lungs At The Top Of The World Poem by Kale Beaudry
Emptying My Lungs At The Top Of The World
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Sitting atop the westernized
version of Haleakala,
my own Molokini;
staring at my feet and
the following abyss.
a road going nowhere.
wisps of elder hair amongst
a blue face,
pulling at my lips
enveloped by the bliss
life to the left, the right,
in front and behind.
a preferred isolation.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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4/26/2024 5:11:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great writing. Great title. I could feel myself there also (smile) .