This canopied road hugs the contour of the mountainside.
To the left, a precipice.
The depth, more than I can put a distance to.
At the bottom, a river tumbles along, chatting in the wind as it goes.
I pause to nourish my soul.
Pat
4/2/24
A moment from my recent trip.
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Contour”
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