OctPoWriMo Poem 31 – Edge

I loved a man who threw himself off a mountain
He took a lifetime to find the right place
Reading the gestures of the wind in the grasses
And the subtle shapes of bare stones
And aspen tremble
One day, he turned his head,
And there it was
The joyous edge
He emptied into it

And never landed

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