By Cadence Bommarito
When one moves forward
you chop rope
and allow him to swing.
Pray the rope snaps.
His blood may pool
or dry to brown
but you no longer will need to swim east
while wind is blowing you west.
Instead you can blow the horn
and sound an alarm
to awaken your gold.
You are gold.
Not so much a replacement
but instead a trophy offers you bondage
to fulfill your medallion dreams.
With this new fate
you build up from a mountain top
and are allowed to jump off
without mention of wind.
He is not trying to knock you off the ice cap.
He ties himself in knots
for your safety.
Slip off the mountain
and you fall to his trapeze net.
Run and jump and fly
and he will be the path of clouds that guide you.
Leave nothing but everything
to his hopeful hands.
Let vulnerability fall right into the valleys
of his land.
Don’t you leave before we succeed
all our schoolyard plans.
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