The weight of desperation to leave…an elephant’s foot.
A heft of which… a granite wall…immortal, lifeless.
Little runaway, I tried, I tried.
Ravaged by midday hours…late twilight had been my hour.
I tumble as a result of…my own fall.
Darting, dodging, I could only take the route practiced and untamed.
Stuffed animals in the trees…dangling echos…all about.
Deep in a true vault of pine and birch…both shedding onto my perch.
I tumbled…as a result of my own fall.
