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A Hike at a Bluff’s Edge

An apparent pause
Pulls the trail to the bluff’s edge
Ancient, carved limestone
Overlooking the river winding far below
 
Loose gravel invites a peek
Beauty fills with fleeting terror
In my throat
A metallic tingle holds me still
 
Behind and away the path descends
Through deep forest ravines
A lone woodpecker’s distant tap
Reveals a welcoming and comforting silence
 
© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

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