Evenings sweet tonight,
Hot sugar and fireflies floating.
Moccasins protection meeting mossy edges.
Edges orchestrating the demise of toughest rocks
Surviving themselves in delicacy over thousands of millenia.
Clutching pastry kebabs, a celebration of success that day, she follows the beckoning call to the rooftop.
Her trellis climb to freedom and rest.
Tripping gusts of wind playful around her feet as she steps up.
Justice of hers catches justice of another’s.
Trellis delicately strong for hundreds of footsteps, well traveled well known, snaps.
Weight of justice clinging to the ground, the newfound
Kindred spirit huddled.
Become awkward pile of legs, kebabs, startled fearful yelps.
Has luck run out?
Or found its complement?
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