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The earth Is Flat
carol lynn grellas
My toes hang over curled and bent
corkscrewed around the edge.
I waver towards the fall, peek below
and envision the length of infinity.
I wonder how it feels to be dead?
The August air is too thick to inhale.
one swallow holds back a stagnant heart-
I manage a breath, say her name
push the spade deep in the soil,
unearth eternity and I want to jump in.
(c) 2007 by Carol Lynn Grellas