RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – Sept. 9, 2015

Claudia Serea

High Wire

So life sets out for me
a high wire
strung between the Chrysler building
and the Empire State,
and tells me, Walk.

Not only walk,
but do a cartwheel,
a back flip,
and a split,

And I do all that,
and hang up here, baby,

a sharp note
on a guitar string,

sparkling on an eyelash
like a tear.

Will you catch me
when I fall?

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