The Edge of Vision
Rain waters the edge of my world
Dry patches
where I cannot place my feet
The world no longer spins
Caught on a tilt
I seem poised
Clinging to the edge of the bridge
Blue purple green colour
changing with the light
Having slipped from my mooring
I can no longer stand straight
inside my glass snow globe
The hand that holds me
wonders why…
©anitadawes
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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