July 24, 2009

#122 against all odds

on a raft flowing down a medium river
i feel tiny
walls on both sides cut off the world
but for a strip of sky straight above
walls of rock
i'm at the foot of enormous cliffs
my neck stretches back
three quarters way up one wall of rock
is a tree
a tree
i see no dirt
the tree grows out a bit at its base
and then up
how does this life exist in that place

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