We
still
scramble on the rocks
while the sun bakes down.
The wind blows along
the ridge.
Don't smile
at the vulture.
Shoes slip
against the boulders.
We still tremble
when we look
over the cliff.
We
still
scramble on the rocks
while the sun bakes down.
The wind blows along
the ridge.
Don't smile
at the vulture.
Shoes slip
against the boulders.
We still tremble
when we look
over the cliff.