Heckman Pass Rockslide by BC Ministry of Transport
While mom’s still blowing smoke out the
back door, she’s still
sore
from the stretch marks and
birthing pains have
no gain
without the skin to slap into
crying fits- taking sight of the fact that
dying is
something that comes only after
having lived.
Having lived
only comes from paying attention
and I’ll admit I have
short changed, been
short tempered-
taking short cuts to the center where
I only end up short of
breath.
The breath gets cut short by
the altitude, the attitude and
the magnitude
of admitting fault where I fell into the
fault line.
In fact it’s felt more like a
rockslide but I learned one time that
flowers grow in between cracks in the sidewalk
all the time
so
why wouldn’t I?
Another fabulous gem from the Flagstaff Missed Connections. I really hope this one had a longer shelf life than the 45 days generally afforded by Craigslist.
