Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Brink by Anne Selden [Annab]

The Brink

The broad creek crawls
through the wide cleft
of cliffs
nubbed with trees.

The brown water ripples
with droplets of summer light.
High above I
seem to splash
through a trillion leaves;
a trillion shapes
of effervescent green
flourishing on branches-
so obviously twigs
so easily snapped...
why even try to
hold on
tight.


1991 Poetic Voices of America- Anthology; Sparrowgrass

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