Four brick-house, fluorescent figures
Business-like
Steady stringing silver spaghetti
Wires wrapping around a cliff
Unstable, historical collapse
Rubbling its feet.
A softness, hidden,
Released with rain, exposed.
No green blanket to fortify
In leafy symbiosis.
The metal meshed,
Cutting into sloping flesh,
Protecting the river below
From caked thunder,
A violent levelling,
A passionate joining.
I see you,
I feel with you.
The present is no time,
Both licking wounds.
Yet,
I could make the choice
To fall,
You need only unpin
A corner
Of my self-restraint.
Anonymous Submission, 2021