Yesterday he saved her
unknowingly
but not effortlessly
her eyes, the wind
clouds as black as coal
She hastened to the edge
unhappy
unqualified, unsure
her mood the sky
fear doused in sauvignon blanc
He ran to the top
hurting
harassed, hopeful
his need still strong
pride and pride the enemies
he looks to the sky
looks ominous
yes
five minutes I’d say
yes
far to go?
no
watch the path
yes
slippery underfoot
yes
He smiled and returned
to the track
he stopped and looked back
she raised her head to the wind
and cried
He called to her
you’ll be missed
she turned and smiled
no
yes
........maybe
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