Edge to Edge
29 Jun, 2011 | What's happening in my writing life
A bridge
a man
a guitar
gentle strumming
music spilling
over the edge
down the cliff
to the sparkling waves.
Where ferries dart
from shore to shore
edge to edge.
As I passed,
the man paused,
looked about
lay down his guitar
edge to edge . . .
I walked on.
Why was he there
in such a place
alone?
gentle strumming
music spilling
over the edge
down the cliff
to the sparkling waves.
A bridge
a man
a guitar.
© Corinne Fenton
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