No horizon

Posted on March 12, 2021 by Lindsay Craik

Walking sideways to cliff’s edge

My memory links the lines on a map

Between blank spaces

On folded paper

I cry

I drop

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About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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