Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Designs

when your pace slows,
you notice on each curve
designs unfolding as traps
smudges, words, lines, tints
pompous, pretentious,
hostile bullies

but you rise toward skylight
without a glance at the abyss down
wondering if people could tell
you never left behind
what they trespassed:
dense depths inside your shadow

and you climb realizing
how life lies in balance
with each step you take
and designs you cannot evade
for the path on the ascent
is always perilous


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Prompt: Stairwell