October 12, 2010

It may appear

that all is falling

away, and nothing

is left 

but a glass mirage

mocking your gaze;

Then in sheer wonder

you slip

down icy sheets of glass;

reflections of what used to be.

They do not catch your fall,

but you laugh,


scary saucer,

like steaming kids

tumbling, squinting from

the winter sun.

Photo by Nanacy Rosback.

3 Responses to “Slip”

  1. katdish said

    Ha! Found you! Very nice, Brad.

  2. Kathleen said

    pictures conjuring in my head, now.

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