Original Works · Poetry

The Fall (Original Poem)

I am in the tent

Of red and yellow and orange

Suspended 100 feet in the air.

The men puff their cigars

The young women pull at their ringlet curls

The babies cry, and suck on

Lollipops with red and orange swirls.

Their mothers fan their faces

And chuckle at the men

Who take bets

And puff that gray smoke into the air

Where it floats up to the girl

Suspended 100 feet in the air.

My body is wrapped

In fire and gold,

I wish that would make me brave.

I take a step forward

Onto that thin line that leads

To the other side of the world.

Trying not the hear the prayers

The quiet wishes

Of those waiting for the fall.

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