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Tightrope


10.26.16 Posted in today's words by

Max Reif’s most recent poem to appear here was “What I Learned From Stamps” (September 2016)

Tightrope
By Max Reif

The past is a tiger in a cage
from which it will never be free.
The future, a shadow
of a shadow.

we walk a tightrope
over an abyss,
buffeted by winds,
no parasol,
ordinary street shoes.

How do we stay
aloft, suspended in
the instant of a thought,
balanced on
heart shoulders

as the winds
blow through
the cold canyons
of the mind?



2 Responses to “Tightrope”

  1. Bobbie Troy says:

    Wow, great job, Max. Food for thought and lovely imagery. Love the last two stanzas, especially the phrase “heart shoulders.”

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