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A Poem: Climbing Rock: A Meditation 

...and to the freaky mountain kids

Look along any line keep the light
any grip of angle know the hope

we are distracted

divine winds hum stand off don’t hug
first rule of salvation never hang from a rope

the subtle atomicities of evil

take hold of my cold flexed hand
just our grip on a winter day

where fear is not

the summit finally reached
days & nights they pass away

the happy ending

evidence prominent
witnesses numerous

the falcon circling us

one will never say
I cannot do that

old friend miraculous.

Speaking of...

  • A poem by Rob Schackne.


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