Ugly Down Below

 

So we raced away

Around the corner

Past the bend,

Climbed the mountain

Looked over the end,

And there she was

In sunshine and skin,

Never thinking

One would climb

So high to touch

The sky

To feel the sun,

More will come

We softly said,

It’s getting ugly

Down below.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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