walking a tightrope high


walking a tightrope high 
above train tracks hanging 
from a blackened 

walking to the pier one night.

moonlit waves filtered 
whispering silver
at the speed of light

mysterious patterns
forever repeated
meanings forgotten 
memory deepened

out from the pier one night.

sea gulls squawking 
crashing out waves
salt water men 
laughing out spells

out from the pier that night.

© 2016 Laura Balladur, All Rights Reserved

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