#986914 added July 10, 2020 at 8:29am Restrictions: None
The Vantage
Like a leap of faith
10 stories high
from a cloudless apex
to his hot love below,
a black sea warming
with a rising sun peering --
not as high as the
lone perch two rubber-soled
shoes plied, bending
on the edge.
From this vantage,
beauty seldom witnessed
in isolation, quiet.
From this solemn summit
he could dive, but
no arms of forgiveness
would grasp
a melting soul vaporized.
The black would not
receive him, as the horizon
gave up its blaze.
No yellow warmth left
as the small objects
merged with the light --
mindless movements
in the emptiness below.
The sea subsided, as
he reversed course to
a quiet stairwell door --
locked. Call for help
or proceed as planned?
No provisions to survive
the tarred-roof-oven top --
he could cry out, or
give the audience a show.
7.1.20
7.10.20 edit
Got the idea from reading someone's May contest entry that I considered reviewing. Actually, not even what their subject was about but saw something between the lines that inspired the opening scene. It took off from there.
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