tiptoe skipping
a bridge of pebbles spans our oceana toehold each
a gasp more than a step
as possible as any dream
floating granite dance patterns
polska segueing into salsa
one idiom into another
rising falling sliding
a foot bridge across
of rocksure words
vast waters and new sunsets
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-07-10 at 18:46
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