tiptoe skipping

a bridge of pebbles spans our ocean
a 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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What metaphor what imagery
Wow
2016-07-12


Kathy Lockhart
wow! what fantastic imagery! I'm dancing too--in my soul! thanks for all the loveliness of this poem. :) kathy
2016-07-11