Threshold—
a window, perhaps.
A cracked door.
An archway bursting
With lilacs.
My breath catches
at the risks
heart stuttering
under the heft
“what if”
pumps into the bloodstream.
I could stay
or look down
step through
even j u m p
oh god. Maybe not jump.
My toes hide
behind sturdy shoes
practicality
in neat laces
and soles glued
to the past.
One step for mankind?
Am I Icarus or intrepid
safe or unlimited
at this verge.
One ledge, one body
a million messes to lose
or set free.
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