Friday, July 29, 2011


I stand—
a young Mrs. de Winter on a precipice
below call the waves
waves carrying bits of life
flotsam from broken lives
waves crashing against crags
a perilous edge of reality
waves misting a rainbow
covering unspeakable acts
I consider my fall into those waves
into the life you lead

Copyright 1995 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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