Badlands

Category: Poetry/Lyrics

The stability of dirt
surprises the soles of our feet-
tough as leather belts
but cautious.
Perched, raptor-style on rounded peaks
we marvel
at the undulations, which
mirror the sunset,
layered like a jelly dessert.
The heat-coloured earth leaks its warmth
into twilight’s muted blue-
its ink-and-water cocktail.
The stars are too numerous,
too clear.
They sting dry eyes
and burn dry throats,
distorting the danger
of falling.

Posted by Cora Broomfield on 02/05 at 07:59 PM
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