Precarious
profile
life
ambles on
an off-camber path
so much to bear
witness
to catch
and
release
Hard to find
sure footing
Consult
or
confess
my denial
while sympathetic
fools
(by trade or chance)
all rally
behind
the delusion
Youth
green
my eyes
I think
see clearly
the leaves
verdant
swaying
all the verges
details for decades
comfortably
insistently
blurred
come into sight
How many edges
do I want
to see
or
do I stay
sheltered in
my diffuse
perspective
Bit of “from my nest of judgement” in there
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