The view from here
Is like we're on our own planet,
The crabapple planet.
How do we stay attached?
It seems so easy
To let go, give up
The slope's embrace, fall
Into the empty liquid sky.
The curve the horizon
Of the little planet hill,
This hillock of grass and
Daisies flattened
Against the air, looms
A breath away.
Christian Crumlish
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