On the precipice of sleep,
I fell from a great cliff;
and on my way down to
a crashing sea and certain
death, I imagined a black
and white photograph of
a man falling from a cliff
hanging on the wall of
a gallery.
Standing, in front of
the dramatic image,
a young mother tried to
conceal from her son
that she was crying, but
all the boy could see
was a man flying.
_Bison Jack
Her Two Cents
I imagined a man
Standing in front of a black
and white photograph
hanging on the wall of
a gallery
and on my way down
falling
crashing
from the precipice
I tried to
conceal
crying
from the man flying.
jdabeck says
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