Friday, April 08, 2011


One foot
straight in
front of
the other.
The rope
taunt under
my swaying
figure. I
look down
to see
all the
awestruck faces
and scary,
over happy
clowns riding
around on
too small
bikes. Wonder
what would
happen if
I just

1 comment:

  1. Cool poem! I love the last line! I seriously DO NOT understand tightrope walking. Honestly.