the impenetrable silence before dawn
a truck motor
coughs, the horizon stirs with light
a thousand plans
conceived in earnest spin up, almost
audibly, find traction
continue, conclude, go sideways
succeed, fail, everything
depends upon it, we place a garland
of worn shoe soles
light a votive to our ideals, summit and climber
sometime, one day
sunrise crests at Everest, on flat seas
above a warehouse rooftop
I put a simpler version of this on Twitter the other day. Not so sure this is an improvement. It’s tough, putting the brakes on the endless cycle of revision.
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