The Last Step

Welcome back to Poetry Monday, a place far removed from Super Bowl Sunday. Hope you had a good weekend, and the following words get you started on the right path for the week.

the last step

standing on the rim,

looking back across the traversed arc:

opportunity molded to sculptures of moments

(a few untouched slabs of clay like stolid grave markers).

adversity traversed, laid to rest.

adventure tackled, leaving happy tattoo scars.

the forest grown,

groves to wander

as deep and wide

as memory.


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