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For Stability

By Wil C. Fry, Sept. 19, 1996

Copyright © 1996 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


It was a wire (OR was it a thread?)
Holding me suspended above the ABYSS
Somehow — I was dizzy — I swung to the edge
Maybe you tugged on the string I hung from?
Maybe the wind blew too hard
But I found MYSELF
standing on a ledge, wavering, struggling,
REACHING for security out of frustration
You took my hand, held it just tight enough for stability
Then let me go — I stood alone
ON   MY   OWN   TWO   FEET!
Brown eyes and perfect hair (—at least for me)
Holding me, you smiled — the perfect teeth glowed with anticipation
Then you were gone. I stood smiling,
My eye on your plane — AND you were gone!
But the glow was eternal, warming me in its light
The tears in my eyes were from joy, and glorious
PEACE that filled me, covered me, buried me
Don’t stay away too long...



Written inside Tramps nightclub, Jacksonville, Ark., after the departure of S.A.J.



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