sobering nay humbling
I aim for a straight line
a mark on the facing wall
a steady horizon
hoping my legs are strong enough,
confidence is an unbalanced scale
weights move randomly
pan to pan, a puckish trickster
waiting to applaud my fall,
but I see your faces, hear your voices
feel the strength of your love
you who have all stepped to the plate
and so must I.
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© Graham Sherwood 07/21
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